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#the matching outfits in this episode give me LIFE
rad-batson · 8 months
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THIS IS FOR FANS OF CASSANDRA CAIN! PLEASE READ! I WANT YOUR THOUGHTS
(skip to the bottom if you just want silly headcanons about her :D)
Hello! So first, I want to thank everyone who read the Wayne pilot I made :) I appreciate your feedback, and I love you all.
As I'm preparing to post it on AO3, I decided to make a few (admittedly small) changes to the script, primarily around Cassandra Cain, because I haven't quite fleshed her out yet.
I don't have much experience with writing Cass, so I decided to do a bit of research on her yesterday, and wouldn't you know? I fell in love. 10/10. She didn't play a huge part in the pilot, but she will have a bigger one in the second episode, and there are a few things I think can or should be added so she doesn't feel too one-note.
There wasn't anyone who told me this, by the way. (In fact, I actually got some nice comments about her so thank you.) I just had it in the back of my mind while writing, and now that Cass is getting more screen time, I'm finding that my lack of knowledge might lead to mischaracterization.
SO TO COMBAT THIS, I MADE A GUIDE FOR MYSELF ON HOW TO WRITE CASS
Is this overkill? Probably Think of it as a silly headcanon list for my version of her. And I'm posting it here because I want your feedback before it's set in stone. (I know Cass isn't written well a lot, so this is my attempt to right these horrid wrongs.)
If you're going to give criticism, please be constructive. Tell me what you like or don't like. I'm all ears. Have fun :)
Writing Cass
(Btw I still gotta read Cass’s first Batgirl run by Kelley Puckett)
Has some sass, has a lot actually
Used to be awkward in social settings. she’s better at it when she’s with people so she can match their energy but she still prefers to just dip
Speaks in short-ish sentences, trying her best tho
I WILL BE ADDING THIS INTO THE PILOT, I JUST WANT TO KNOW TO WHAT DEGREE?? OR IS IT REALLY FINE
Mostly just relies on body language though
I WILL BE ADDING THIS INTO THE PILOT TOO, ESPECIALLY WITH THE ASL SCENE (BUT IT’S NOT REPLACING THE ASL)
also yes i know her using ASL isn't canon, it just works best for the scene, it would have been written the same whether she was in it or not, it is still a cute nod to fanon tho
Steph and Cass are extremely close BUT ALSO HAVE SEPARATE LIVES (I HAVE BEEN TOLD TO STRESS THAT AND I AGREE)
Messy, low-key gross. Bad-ish hygiene but she’s good at looking put-together so only those close know this about her (this is just my headcanon)
Often forgets bigger words so she occasionally uses the wrong one, she ALSO mixes up proverbs but no one corrects her because 1: it’s cute and 2: they don’t want to discourage her from speaking with them more casually (also my headcanon)
Cass: So I pulled the door off its…*makes motion with hand*…metal books. Steph: Do you mean hinge— Cass: Metal books.
Dick: Well that was a surprise. I didn’t know The Penguin would be here. Cass, nodding: Well life gives you grapes Dick: Wut Cass: You make grape juice. Get on the same book, Nightwing
I'M ON THE FENCE ABOUT ADDING THIS ONE BECAUSE IDK LET ME KNOW PLEASE
Is a cinnamon bun AND a little shit, it’s a balancing act
Production: She’s Wayne’s darling Princess Cass: *will break your fingers*
She does appear behind the camera crew to scare them on purpose, she thinks it’s funny, she likes seeing them freak out
She is super competitive, but she's always like "Oh I'm not that competitive" *proceeds to be very competitive*
Because she isn't super confident in her writing or speaking (or just uncomfortable communicating without seeing the other person's body language) she prefers to Facetime or simply reply to texts with selfies of her reaction. It is a thing now. when you need an honest opinion about an outfit, text a photo to Cass. She will either give back a photo of a thumbs up or a photo of a grimace and some not-so-flattering emojis
Her princess persona is her public cover persona in this show, parallel to Bruce’s “Brucie” and Dick’s “born for the cameras” thing
Is surprisingly vocal (and sometimes snippy) about her distaste with things but she mostly gets a pass because her morals align best with Bruce’s
Is most snippy when her family uses methods other than violence when violence is clearly the faster option, god they're such pacifists
Tim: *trying carefully to pick a lock* Cass: Just break through the wall? Tim: We can’t do that. We’re trying not to be noticed. Cass: Wimp
Bruce: Cass, why did you have to dislocate that man’s shoulder? Cass: I put it back. Bruce: That’s not the point. Cass: Fine, I’ll dislocate it again.
Is the best fighter, none of this “oh she’s the best fighter so when people do win against her, it makes them look cooler” thing, shut tf up, she could break their bones (not important to the show ofc but I need to add this because it is important in general)
Horrible at drawing, wretched (again a headcanon but I did see someone else mention it somewhere)
Also bad at writing, refuses to study to improve out of principle (i.e. she told Babs she doesn’t need to and now she refuses to admit Babs was right)
(AND SIDE-HEADCANON IF SHE IS HORRIBLE AT WRITING AND ACTIVELY HATED STUDYING HER ALPHABET THEN WHAT IF LIKE ONE DAY SOMEONE SAYS “hey can you grab me one of these files from last week’s case, it’s under M” SHE’S LIKE “fuck you, how could you do this to me” WHILE SEARCHING FOR M OR MORE SIMPLY *throws something at them*)
That's all I have right now. If you'd like to give me any recommendations, please do. I can't promise I'll add in every single one because this show is still about the whole Batfam, not just her, but I want to do her justice, and that definitely involves more fine-tuning on my part
OKAY THAT'S ALL LOVE YOU BYE
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eldritch-spouse · 1 year
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Pinnie - or, if you're truly fine with it, Mommy cause you radiate that energy tbf - does Zizz like getting spanked?? Cause one thing that sounds really fantastic is tying a big monster boy up, head down ass up and spanking him until he's begging me to fuck him stupid X)
[I thought it'd be a little obvious I enjoy that title. FUCK YES THOUGH, I love the sound of that for Zizz. Fem reader.]
TW: Spanking (reader has to use a flogger this man is huge).
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Being the wife of an Icon of Hell isn't always as bleak as you thought it'd be.
Sure, you didn't come into this willingly, and the first months you spent with Zizz certainly can't be called a walk in the park by any stretch of the imagination, but you count your lucky stars that it wasn't worse. That your initial expectations weren't met.
That he doesn't hurt you. That the demonlord actually made, and continues to make, efforts to turn this into an acceptable arrangement for you. You're not excusing any of his actions, but you've allowed yourself to feel glad for the way things have turned out, with a more or less loving dynamic established. You're not sure you'll ever match his frankly intimidating intensity, but... You're fond of Zizz.
And he's been happy with that so far, which means you've been steadily introduced to a lot of Zizz's duties as King of Sloth. It's actually quite surprising, the amount of work he gets done during the brief episodes wherein he's fully awake. Zizz is a bright demon, in spite of initial appearances. He's organized Sloth in a way where his trusted servants can pick up work perfectly when he inevitably falls onto a dead sleep at his desk. He's got alarms set up for very specific hours and manages to schedule things in a way where, almost magically, Sloth still functions. It's impressive.
He says having you around has been very helpful as well, since you apparently prove to be a very effective source of motivation for the demonlord to remain awake and complete tasks, so he can spend more time with you. You recall the way he purrs whenever you bring him a cup of coffee. Not that it does anything to him physically, you're sure it must be nothing more than a placebo effect paired with joy that you bother to do such for him in the first place.
Nonetheless, one of the facets of Zizz's professional life you've been involved in occasionally are the so-fabled "Icon meetings". It's... Well, they're shitshows more often than not, you kind of understand why Zizz dozes off early on. Usually, there's bickering going on, and it hardly ever involves the Sloth lord himself, so being awake is a waste of time as far as he's concerned. Clever thinking. Though it does make you feel slightly unsafe that he's willingly going unconscious while you're surrounded by other huge demons, who sometimes give you strange looks.
You're sure the gigantic snake woman is going to eat you one of these days, Livius is constantly glaring at you two, Cero has a disgusted look on his face whenever you meet his eyes and Rinx glances over everytime some gold trinket in your outfit jingles. You won't even get started on the Wrath lord's dreadful volume. Vesper is apparently one of the friendlier ones, it seems. He still gives you and Zizz lecherous glances, having blatantly propositioned the demonlord to let him sleep with you two at several points. While it scandalized you at first, you soon realized it was just in his nature to behave that way. Still, when he's not actively trying to get you horny, he's not bad company, and you've had quite a few pleasant conversations so far.
One such is what planted an idea in your mind.
If you recall correctly, it was at a meeting a couple of days ago, nothing too eventful was taking place, the Pride lord and the Greed lord were arguing heatedly about the state of cross-ring resource importation and some manner of "unreasonable inflation", it didn't matter. Vesper was sitting next to Zizz, who was predictably in a dead sleep in spite of the commotion. He had you trapped in his arms, which were crossed over his chest. You had been about ready to take a nap yourself when someone tapped your shoulder.
" Don't snooze just yet, darling, I'm terribly bored. " It was the Lust King, of course, flicking his lashes and pouting.
" Mmn, whaddya want? "
Vesper snickers. " Oh, humor me just this once? "
" 'M not going to have sex with you. " A muscle memory response by then.
" Yes, a shame. " He paused. " But, I actually want to know about your sex life with Zizz. "
You had popped an eye open there, not exactly amused.
" See, I spoke with Zizz when he was still single, and I know for a fact he's into a number of things... " Those sharpened teeth took on a perverted, pleased grin. " Have you two been exploring that? "
Had you? It was odd, aside from somnophilia and lazy sex, maybe a couple of slightly risky escapades, things hadn't really gotten spiced up. But then, you had only recently began getting sexually comfortable with Zizz, maybe he didn't want to jeopardize everything by introducing something hard into the bedroom. Vesper took that silence as an answer by itself, tutting softly.
" W- Why do you care?! " Why wouldn't he care? He's a huge whore, it's what he does.
" I just hate seeing potential go to waste, dear. " The Icon then murmured. " I can give you some hints, hm? "
The suggestion had given you pause. Indulging in Zizz's kinks... In your captor turned oddly-lovable demon's kinks. What had your life come to... But then, it'd be a lie to say you disliked the idea. The morality of it is frivolous, you're here now. There's no way out, you thought maybe you should lean into what amount of happiness you could reap from this situation. And maybe, just maybe, getting Zizz hot and bothered made you happy.
" U- Uhm. Okay... "
Vesper perked up, head tendril curling. " Perfect! I'll send you a little something something. You're a smart girl, you'll get the idea. " And he winked, letting the conversation die there.
A day later, one of the head imp servants approached you specifically with a delivery from Lust. A mysterious black box with a stupidly fancy bow on top. You opened it in your shared bedroom, coming face to face with a long silicone... Flogger? Paddle? One end featuring a pretty pastel pink heart shape while the other had feathers of the same hue. It clicked then. Spanking. Zizz was into spanking. How innocuous, you expected something a little more menacing. Included in the box was also a pair of handcuffs. The symbols on its sleek padded purple design made it obvious that it was enchanted with something. Though it was the size of the item that gave you pause. It was far too big for a human. For you. These cuffs were made for demons the size of Zizz.
Meaning you will not be the one getting spanked. The Icon of Sloth is.
That alone had taken you by surprise, though a knowing smirk quickly crawled up your cheeks while you pondered. It made sense. Zizz is a lazy demon, for sure. Sex with him usually has you doing most of the work, though he has proved to be an efficient pleaser when challenged before. Point being, Zizz's lack of energy makes him come off as submissive... It was no wonder that he'd enjoy taking the role of a spankee.
You liked that idea. A whole lot actually. A plan began formulating in your mind...
Which leads you to today!
Tonight actually.
You can't sleep. How could you?! You're going to spank your big goof of a boyfriend. King, actually. You're going to spank a King. Oh ho ho, if this isn't some power trip.
The room is dark, aptly dark for someone as light-sensitive as your partner, only some dim LED lights scattered around. You're once more trapped between a mountain of plushies and the demon's annoyingly tight grip as he lays on his side, chin plopped on top of your head. Zizz has recently taken to sleeping without his veil, perhaps because he trusts you not to peel the curtains open in the morning and blind him. Eitherway, that leaves the big lad in nothing but plain black underwear, overly hot body glued to yours. It's unpleasant to always wake up vaguely sweaty, but you've resigned yourself to it by now, it's part of this new life.
Alright. Step one is wiggling out of your prison.
Kicking and shoving stuffed animals aside sounds easy, and it really is, unless you're drowning in them, in which case you might as well be doing jack shit. Because everytime you push a shape out of the way, another fluffy thing will take its place, like quicksand. Eventually, with enough effort, you manage to create some vacant space in the bed. Good. Now comes the hard part.
Getting Zizz to let go of you.
You've been practicing. After all, he's done this since day one, and many were the times where you woke up in the middle of the night on emergency mode with a full bladder. Calling his name is fruitless, the demon will grunt or mumble at most, maybe whine. Taps and straight up slaps to his bare skin won't do anything either, he just shakes like jelly and snores. You've learned, through experience, that gentle attention is usually what gets Zizz to move.
Squirming to at least face the huge demon, you look up and frame his dark face. Soft, so weirdly soft. This part of him is as odd as it gets. He's like... A matchstick, featuring this charred-black head bleeding darkness into his neck. You'd figure such a part of him would be rough, but it's almost like a cloud. Grabbing those smooth cheeks, you place gentle kisses all over his face and exposed teeth, making sure to nuzzle your nose on him. Zizz faintly starts purring and readjusts his neck to be closer to you, but his arms remain firmly locked around your torso and waist, not even twitching. Tsk.
With a huff, you resort to more insistent tricks, tickling at his neck and trying to do the same to the parts of his tummy you can reach. That gets him to groan something nonsensical out, limbs jerking and tail swatting at the sheets. Yet still not enough. Fine then. Far from deterred, not only do you hasten the pace of your digits, you blow air onto his face periodically.
Finally, that appears to bother Zizz enough to slacken his hold, one arm raising to rub his features.
Knowing a golden opportunity when you see one, it's a matter wiggling insistently and tapping at his loose arm to finally, finally- Break free! Victory. Aha!
The demonlord very clearly notices the lack of heat and pressure on him, growing distressed ad grumbling amidst a deep slumber. It's almost cute, the way his tail thrashes in indignation.
That's step one. Step 2 is breaking out the nice stuff, conveniently hidden inside the closet you share with your King. It's not like he looks at it anyway, his servants basically do everything for him. And you. But it's okay to be a little pampered, right? The contents of the box are removed and tossed onto the bed after you clear it of excess pillows and plushies.
Step 3, the most difficult of them all. Rolling this fucker onto his stomach.
But how?
Hm...
Impact. You need to throw yourself. Though it could backfire and make him fall on you. Here goes nothing! With some momentum, you roll onto the bed and slam against a hard grayish body, mostly not achieving much beyond stunting yourself. But hey, you did wake him up slightly.
" Mmmr, whas' dat? "
Zizz rumbles out, a deep, slurred sleepy tone that always makes you shiver. " Hey... Roll onto your stomach? " Worth a try.
He sighs, and after a couple of seconds, basically flops onto his front like dead weight. Hah! You're not sure how awake the demonlord is right now, but it won't stop you.
" Zizz? " You try after getting back up, receiving no response from the static monster. Yep, he's out again. Truly remarkable.
No time to waste! Grabbing the cuffs, and securing the key somewhere of course, you drag his hands together, looping the toy around one of the top columns of this ridiculously large bed. The cuffs glow a slightly pink hue once locked. He didn't twitch a muscle through this... Sometimes you worry for Zizz's safety.
There! Now, onto the good part.
Having the large demon rolled over, you giggle to yourself in pure satisfaction and eye his plain boxers. It's funny, you have more than confirmed he doesn't use underwear with his typical garbs, but he puts it on to sleep. How odd. Climbing behind the large monster, you take a moment to appreciate his behind. Zizz is huge, and what's more, he's also on the curvier side, you're sure he's the softest demon out there. By virtue of the former, he also has a pretty fat ass, if you do say so yourself.
A cute, round, perfect ass.
Lips curled up, you drag bare palms up the Icon's legs, making sure to cup the fat of his heavy thighs before resting them on those fine globes. For someone who likes to call you "pillow" so much, you sure as Hell just found a perfect headrest right here. Your attention is caught by a periodically swaying tail, that pretty thin thing with a tip very similar to his horns. It looks like a half-moon. Your arm extends, grabbing the length of it much like a cat after a thread of yarn. It bats aimlessly in your grasp, until you peel it out of that special band in his boxers.
You're no angel, you're purposely giving yourself a titillating show when you grasp the hem of his underwear, dragging the fabric down slowly and biting your lip the moment it rests on his thighs. Perfect ass indeed. You could just bite him.
Instead, you pick up the long flogger Vesper generously gifted to you, choosing the feathered end to start your torture. Sitting cross-legged between the massive demon's legs, you start feathering at his limbs.
" Ziiizz... "
Nothing, predictably. The ministrations move higher, zigzagging playfully, resting over the crux between those thighs. " Zizzy. " No response.
Your notions become insistent, tickling at the expanse of skin between pucker and slit, occasionally rising to tease the root of his tail before dipping back down. Laughter rings out when the demonlord does move, shifting his ass and twitching his legs. The most you get out of him is another caveman grunt.
Tut tut.
Alright. No more playing around then.
Readjusting the toy, you quickly swat it against the meat of his left cheek.
Finally, the Sloth King jolts, making a much more sober sound. You can hear the rustling of those fancy cuffs against the bed post while Zizz gradually processes the situation.
" Mmn did... Did you just hit me? " He slurs, bright white eyes staring back at you from the relative darkness.
" Me? " You start innocently. " With these little hands? " As if to emphasize the point, you splay said feelers against his rump, groping to your heart's content, drumming on his rump a bit. He shudders when you lean in to plant a kiss on the spot you just swatted. " You wouldn't even feel it, right? "
Before the demon can answer, you grasp the cute flogger again and swipe it across his right cheek. Zizz instantly shudders, muscles tensing. Hm, Vesper wasn't kidding, this does work. Good.
" M-Marshmallow? What is that? " His tone is breathy, that doesn't sound like a complaint to you.
" Don't worry about it too much. " And just because you like seeing his buffer jiggle, you lash it again, a little lower, a more tender spot if your research is correct.
Zizz chuffs something incomprehensible. The sleepiness apparently leaving him steadily at this turn of events. " Am... 'M I being punished? " He murmurs, legs spreading ever so slightly.
You take the time to think about it while you remove his underwear fully. Are you punishing your King? You could, by all means, you're still essentially a captive, even if you've decided to make the most out of it. Why not spin this in a different direction?
" I don't know Zizz, do you want to be punished? " The question hangs thick in the air while you play with the rubber tip of the toy, waiting.
His brain might not be fully back online, because the demonlord makes a confused sort of "Hhrn?" noise. The next swat has some heft behind it, actually making him arch!
" Words. "
" No... " He finally squeezes out.
You laugh. Yeah right, like he hasn't been pushing his ass up this entire time. You're willing to bet his slit is already wet. " Then what do you want? "
Zizz makes a drawn-out purr, trying to look back at you from his awkward position while his tail dances. " Mm, I want you to suck me off- "
CRACK
" Selfish! Mutt! " Each word punctuated with much harder swats. " Unbelievable... " Zizz pants now, actually pants. " Get on your knees. "
When he takes too long to obey, he's rewarded with yet another lash smack dab on the same side. " We don't have all day! "
" Owww f-fuck- " Doing as told, a clear string of viscous precum connects his slit to the silken sheets beneath him, making you just about steam alive. " You're so mean. "
Rolling your eyes yet smiling wide, you point the feathered side to his dripping entrance and tease it thoroughly, laughing when Zizz squirms in frustration, never getting decent stimulation no matter which way he leans. It only succeeds in making him wetter. " And you're hopeless, my lord. " Switching ends, you allow him direct contact with the pink silicone heart, something the horny monster greedily accepts, rocking against it like an animal, trying to hump the thing.
It's a lecherous show, a sight that just about has you salivating, your pussy seeming to jolt awake as you consider getting beneath the cuffed demon and letting him rut at you. No, not so fast, not this time. The more he huffs and rolls his hips, the less mental fortitude you retain, so you cut the scene short by harshly and suddenly slapping the tip against his slit. A bit cruel, admittedly.
Zizz jerks forward, a loud pained whimper followed by horny little gasps as he buries his whining face in pillows and instinctively bucks against nothing, tingles of pain and pleasure working their way through his body. In a matter of seconds, that gorgeous purple cock is slipping out to play, more than teased and ready. You lick your lips, considering doing just what he wanted for a sliver of a second.
Instead, you snicker and brush his length with the same fluffy feathers. Zizz actually tugs at the cuffs this time, head rising. " Please! "
" Already? " Your brows rise, but it's not much of a surprise at all. It's not hard to make the demonlord beg, he gives in easily, because it takes less effort. You suspect a part of him enjoys feeling powerless anyway. " Tsk, come on, at least try. "
Zizz groans. " Mmh please please please please- "
Figures. Slut.
Your response is to crack that flogger several times across both sides of his ass, hard enough that it does start leaving heart-shaped imprints. And... Aw, it's adorable! You just have to see more of those pretty deep blue hearts on his ass. So pretty...
In a lustful stupor, enamored by those lovely hearts, you keep lashing the thing on several spots, ignoring the way the demonlord howls and trembles, even going for his thighs. He's a big boy, and strong at that. He can deal with a bit of thigh flogging. By the time you've calmed down, breathing heavily, his lower half is peppered in cute little hearts, sore, some spots starting to bruise in even prettier colors. But most importantly, Zizz is sobbing.
You hadn't even heard him.
Whimpering and moaning softly like some sort of overwhelmed animal. You wonder if maybe you've gone too far until you see his cock throbbing repeatedly. Then again, if he really wanted to stop this, he could have by now, you don't believe the cuffs would be an issue given what you've seen Zizz do before.
" Do you think you can come just from this? I think you can. " You half-mock.
The King of Sloth makes a pathetic little noise betraying some great exasperation. " No! No no nn- Please- Please, I'll take anything jus' make me come please- " You wonder what it says about yourself that his sobbing voice makes you heat up like a furnace, shuddering.
The next thing that connects to Zizz's ass is neither the paddle nor the feathers, but your small human hands. He twitches regardless, more than sensitive enough to wince from something as simple as a gust of wind. " Alright, but only because you took it all like a champ. "
Gentle lips peck and smooch around the places you thoroughly abused, a spare hand snaking to his front so you can grab his weeping girth and treat him to generous strokes, not enough to let him orgasm yet. No, you want to take your sweet time, swiping your tongue from the bottom of his slit, all the way up and over his hole. The other moans out, audibly splintering something in the bed post so he can press harder against your flat tongue.
Your chuckle vibrates against his skin, and as fun as eating him out could be, your goal is that appendage thrashing and thumping around. A brilliantly devious idea has you catching the thing with your teeth, nipping at it at the same time your pumps increase in pressure.
Zizz somehow manages to melt more into the sheets, trembling like a leaf. " Hhrn- Don't stop don't stop donn- Ah! " And you don't. Offering the massive monster one last, thunderous clap to his ass the very moment he starts coming.
It's a spectacular show. He comes hard, whining out like a needy harlot, grinding deep into your hand, shooting thick ropes all across it and the bed. Enough in quantity to make you titer. Cooing and swooning, you make sure to milk everything out of Zizz, hearing him huff out in complete euphoria. You only stop when his trembling becomes pained hissing, quickly moving to remove those cuffs while he sags onto the mattress like an emptying balloon. Atop a small pool of his own seed, ew... It's funny, he didn't even pull that hard at the cuffs. Sure, the bed post is visibly damaged, but he behaved fairly well, all things considered!
This was a great test run.
It's not too long before you hop into bed, on top of Zizz's spent body and blowing raspberries on his back. The Icon chuckles tiredly.
" You should see your ass right now. " You smirk.
" You ruined it. " He laments, sighing.
Laughing, you give him a soft kiss and massage his sore wrists. " You did very well, my King. Maybe you should tell me more about your tastes in the future, hm? "
Zizz snorts after a couple of puzzled seconds. " It was Vesper, wasn't it? "
" We're gonna thank him tomorrow. "
Although Zizz makes a disgruntled noise, you catch the very same tail you bit on wagging.
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comalandia ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° 911 fox + not so obvious nods to buck's memories
only the not really obvious ones, and i'm sure theres probably some i missed but oh well. image descriptions have explanations too. see the end for honourable mentions
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10 gifs of Evan "Buck" Buckley (and others) from 9-1-1, during his coma dream in season 6 episode 11, with older episodes too.
Gif 1: Buck - in his coma dream - sits on the couch between his brother and their father, beer in hand for all three of them. To the left of the couch is a shelf that holds a lamp, and in front of the lamp is a framed picture of the bar Buck tended in Peru. The picture contains the dark wood bar top encircled by a bunch of colourful barstools.
Gif 2: In Peru, season 4 episode 5, we see Connor talking to an off-screen Buck. Connor leans his elbows on the bar top. Next to him we can slightly see the same bright barstools as in the photo. In the background are tables and chairs that match the vibe. It's not a glaringly obvious nod, but it's definite.
Gif 3: In the lobby of the hospital within the coma dream Buck stands with Hen and Chimney as they try to figure out why it feels like Buck is dying and how he can get back to his life outside. Behind Buck walks two people in traditional South Asian attire; one in a dark blue and silver detailed sari, and the other wearing a head covering, but with an indiscernible outfit because Buck's body stands in the way of view.
Gif 4: In season 1 episode 5, a bride-to-be stands in front of a tall mirror, wearing a bright red sari with gold details, as her friend/bridesmaid helps her prepare for the wedding. We know the last gif is a nod to this specific moment (and not just people in the background) for two reasons; one, because it's an important part of Bobby's story in season 1, and two, because we have never seen Indian people in traditional clothing before or since.
Gif 5: The camera focus is mainly on Bobby, following him as his quickly rushes past Buck in the coma dream, so the background is a blink and miss it situation. A doctor tends to a patient with a high heel shoe embed in their left cheek.
Gif 6: Season 2 episode 6, has Chimney talking to one of the parents of the child beauty queens, who has a high heel shoe stabbed into the left cheek.
Gif 7: In the background of a few shots within Buck's coma journey throughout the hospital, you can see two people in khaki/beige ensembles. They stand as if they're guarding whatever is on the other side of the glass doors behind them. At first inspection, they could easily be passed off as nurses. But looking closer, it seems like no other nurses have worn this colour of scrubs before in the show. Mostly it's blue, sometimes maroon or even pink. But never khaki. This combined with the way they hold themselves, makes me think of the two prisoners that pretend to be guards.
Gif 8: In season 5 episode 6, two prisoners have taken the uniforms of guards in order to blend in and escape. They rummage through the personal belongings of said guards, seeing what they can take. The colour is the exact same as the two from the hospital in Buck's coma dream. And again, the way they stand brings me to think of these two.
Gif 9: Buck and Bobby walk through the hospital, past some open curtains where beds are. They pass a few pregnant people, all in varying degrees of athleisure wear. It appears that they may all be in labour.
Gif 10: Buck and Bobby respond to a call where pregnant parents begin to go into labour one after the other. All wearing clothing comfortable enough to do yoga in.
honourable mentions:
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When Buck first awakens within his coma, he looks up at Daniel as Daniel talks, giving the rundown of what happened. In the top left corner, the television is on, a news segment playing. The headline reads "VA HOSPITAL WAIT TIMES." The second line is hard to read, but this is going on the same time that Buck has his first memory, which just so happens to be of Eddie. Eddie, who is an Army Vet. Whom in comalandia fights to keep his son, but doesn't have the right support systems. It feels like this is somehow a little hint to that storyline.
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When Buck arrives home in his voma dream to his parents waiting for him, he wears a white shirt with wide spaced grey pinstripe. Much like the one he was wearing when Eddie got shot. It's not the same shirt I don't think, but hugely similar. Also there's a photo on his computer desk, but the image is too pixelated and far away for me to figure out what it is, though it may be another nod to something.
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In the hospital waiting room of comalandia, another TV is turned on to the news, black smoke billowing on the footage on screen. I can't make out what the headline says. But it can definitely hint at many different things in the show, as Buck is a firefighter after all.
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Christopher shows up in Buck's coma dream, and he wears a three toned horizontally striped tee under a hoodie. The stripes alternate between an almost green shade of blue, a dark blue, and white. Not sure where from, but I swear Chris has worn this shirt before, or even something similar.
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mouse-fantoms · 6 months
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Absolutely one asked for this but I wanna say what all my favorite outfits are per character is bc I can!
First up, Miss Julie herself, the other day I said I can’t get over how pretty she is in this look so this isn’t that much of a surprise but I mean,
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The shade of blue is so pretty on her and the illustration on her shirt is so cute. What also makes this look get double points too from me is bc of the whole how at the start Julie is in baggy clothes bc it’s a reflection of like her grief and where she is with it but then as the episodes continue her clothes get more personalized and like less baggy idk it’s just such a nice little detail and this is such a cute outfit to have be in the last episode for Julie that reflects where she is now with her grief since the boys are in her life now.
My absolute favorite Luke outfit is his llama jacket look,
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You’re just used to seeing him in the black background color graphic tees with him and so to see him in this like lighter version of his wardrobe is nice. This one is also my favorite of his lil llama jacket 🥺 observe,
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He’s got a llama on his pocket therefore it’s his llama jacket. Also too the jacket just looks so cozy, I mean all his jackets look incredibly comfortable (LOOKIN AT YOU SAD FLANNEL) but it’s easier to see the like individual like threads of it bc it’s white it just looks extra cozy.
My favorite Reggie outfit has to be this variation of his wardrobe,
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Don’t get me started on the little detail that it’s implied through his outfits that he’s only got a couple things he can wear bc he always like reusing different things from his other outfits like he only has a rotation of a few things (that is a detail that implies so much about his character and like background of him and ugh I just love it but again don’t get me started). The white t-shirt with his red flannel just is like yes a basic look but idk he just suits it really well. (I love too how his belt matches his bass strap we love the coordination)
Call me basic but I love Alex’s debut outfit that we see,
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Again he also just looks cozy with the hoodie and then also the denim material like jacket over it, I like the layering of it and like the distressed part of the jacket adds to it like it’s a good look, it makes it interesting to look at bc of the distress-ness in it. I like that he wears his Fanny pack across his body it’s a good look for him.
Naturally after Alex we have to discuss Willie, I love his lil sweater paws outfit,
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This look of his is the closest to my personal choice of wardrobe so that’s probably why I like it as much as I do 😂 that hoodie just looks so comfy and oversized on him. To me too, him having this hoodie just implies that like Alex and him can share their hoodies WHICH IS JUST ADORABLE
My favorite Carrie fit is her like lounging at home look,
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THE COLORS OF HER JACKET ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER AND THE DESIGN IS LIKE A SCRIBBLE LOOKING PATTERN ITS SO CUTE AND THEN HER SHIRT SAYS ROYALTY LIKE WHAT A QUEEN MOVE
…ahem
The colors of this one just compliment really well together and I like her shirt, it’s very Carrie of her. This also does indeed give the feeling of an outfit you’d wear to just like relax in.
Lastly, hear me out on this one for Nick,
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I like the coordination of hat that matches his hoodie. Like he put thought into at least what hat he’d wear with this which I respect. And like again the hoodie with his jean jacket he just looks warm and comfy in it (Also he doesn’t have that many outfit options compared to how many the others had but this is my top out of them all for his)
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apocalypseornaw · 6 months
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Nothing I Would Change
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(We'll pretend this is Dean for the sake of this)
I was tagged in this post by @kayhi808 on @witchygagirl the challenge was "cursed" so I used a Buffy episode storyline
Warnings um just cursing and mentions of blood I believe
"Alex, where did you hear about this place?" You followed her into the door of a costume shop she'd dragged you, Claire, Kaia and Patience to. The only reason Jody had ok'd the trip was due to your presence. "A nurse I work with" she replied looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.
You weren't sure about the idea of a Halloween party. Garth was hosting it but the idea of multiple hunters taking a night off on possibly one of the busiest nights? Kind of rubbed you the wrong way, plus the chance of something going sideways.
You followed the girls around the store half heartedly paying attention to their choices, giving your opinion when asked. Normally you loved taking the girls out for a day but your head wasn't in it. You and Dean weren't exactly fighting but there was something not quite right.
On some level you felt like maybe it was the idea that you weren't exactly the picture of femininity. Yeah you could clean up decent if a case called for it but you preferred your flannel and jeans. You knew Dean, he wasn't a guy like that. He did not expect the whole damsel in distress, need a man to save me type of girl but the longest relationship he'd ever had was Lisa and for fucks sake the woman wore satin gowns to sleep in while you wore an old band tshirt.
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"You're being quiet. What's up?" Claire asked once they all had purchases and you were yet to even look. You shrugged "stuck in my own head I guess" Kaia smiled "Want help picking a costume?" You nodded "Sure. You girls know my sizes. Have at it" the four of them went in separate directions so you headed for the dressing rooms to wait.
Claire came back with an outfit that vaguely resembled Xena, Kaia had a dress tucked over her arm while Alex had grabbed a nurse outfit and Patience a cop outfit. You took the bundle with a slight smirk "Jesus did all of you get suggestions from Dean?" A laugh ran through them "Just try them on! We don't need to know about what you and Dean do in the dark" Claire teased so you rolled your eyes at her before heading into the dressing room.
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The Xena outfit showed too much, The nurse outfit felt more like a role play outfit and the cop one just felt weird considering your boyfriend had gotten arrested by the feds multiple times in his life. You pulled out the last outfit which was Kaias pick. It was a dress that resembled some of the costumes you'd seen on "Reign" it was gorgeous and when you slipped it on you felt like a princess.
When you opened the door all of the girls started to whistle. "That's the one!" You laughed as they made a big deal out of you "Ok, ok. I'll get it!"
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"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late...." Dean trailed off when he walked into the bathroom to see Jody helping you put the final touches on your hair. "Do you like it?" You asked with a nervous smile, smoothing the front of the dress. He nodded slowly, eyes raking across your body "You're absolutely beautiful baby" Jody let out a light laugh "You two are adorable really but Dean's right, you're gonna be late"
Her and Donna had opted to hand out candy to trick or treaters so they were staying home. You shot her a smile then followed Dean out. You weren't one of those couples to do matching costumes and he'd gone with a peaky blinders inspired look and sweet lord the first time you'd seen it you had to pick your jaw up off the floor and Eileen had responded similarly to Sam's getup as well.
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Dean opened the passenger side door for you and when you raised an eyebrow he smirked "Cmon let me be a gentleman" you smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips "Of course" then climbed in.
Once he was in the driver's seat he reached over for your hand. "You look amazing sweetheart" he spoke quietly and while you looked the attention it wasn't doing anything to subdue your worries. You smiled hoping it looked genuine as you replied "Look at yourself Winchester"
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The party was going great. A lot of hunters were in attendance including hunters like Garth and the Banes twins that weren't just normal hunters. Dean watched as you danced with Max and couldn't help but smile, the last few weeks you'd seemed distant and it had worried him. What if you'd decided he wasn't what you wanted, what if you'd found someone better? He couldn't face losing you. He'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about you. He loved you in a way he'd never thought possible and hearing your laughter when Max dramatically dipped you made his heart flip.
"Careful Dean, your face may crack if you smile any harder" he heard someone tease and turned to face Makayla, one of your friends. He laughed lightly "Can't help it. I know I'm a lucky man" she smiled "I'm glad to see her happy. She deserves the best" Dean nodded, never taking his eyes off you "Yeah she does"
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The British men of letters hadn't been active in a long time, not since the seige of hunters versus them. No one could have predicted them attacking at a Halloween party of all things.
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The chaos littered around the field the party had been set up in was insane even compared to shit Dean had seen. Monsters crawled in from every corner and fights were everywhere.
Garth and Bess were both teeth and claws tearing through beasts while the Banes were throwing spells left and right. Dean hadn't been worried considering you could handle yourself pretty well but when he noticed a handful of people taking on the characteristics of their costumes the mystery costume shop you and the girls had gone to popped into his head.
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Dean's face was slick with blood, none of it was his. He'd fought his way through a trio of Loup-Garous to get to you. He'd heard your scream and when he found you you'd been pinned against a tree by a vampire about to sink his teeth into your neck.
He'd never moved as fast as he did slicing the vamp's head from his shoulders. Your eyes locked with his half a second before you fainted.
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Your head felt like a mixture of the first time you'd drank moonshine, mixed with your first concussion mixed with the migraine you'd had after lucifer had snapped your neck and Cas brought you back.
You opened your eyes slowly and realized you were in one of Garths guest cabins. You tried to sit up but the world shifted causing you to have no choice but to fall back against the pillows with a groan. What the hell had happened?
You looked down to see you were wearing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of his boxers instead of the dress you'd been in. The last thing you remembered was talking to Makayla.
"Dean" you called out, grimacing at how rough your voice sounded. You heard footsteps a second before the door opened to reveal Dean. He was still wearing his peaky blinders look but was coated in blood. That alone made you push through your dizziness to sit up "What happened? Are you ok?"
He quickly made it to the bed easing you back against the headboard in a seated position "British men of letters. We officially wiped out that chapter now thanks to some of Rowenas contacts" you nodded slowly "Why don't I remember?" He touched the shirt you wore "The dress? That store was a front. They placed plants in front of quite a few hunters to get as many of us as possible into cursed costumes" he took a shallow breath before you saw his face fall "I almost lost you"
He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head against his chest "I'm sorry Dean. I just wanted to be soft and feminine for once" you felt him stiffen under you "Is that why you've been distant? You feel like I don't see you as feminine enough?" You wouldn't meet his eyes but nodded.
He gently grasped your arms to push you back where he could grip your chin to make you look at him "I almost lost you to a cursed costume because you think I give a shit about things like if your makeups done? I love you, I love you in my old shirt, I love you when you're filthy after a hunt, I love you when you're dressed up, I love you when you're in sweats. I don't care what thought has went through that beautiful head of yours but there isn't anything about you that I don't love and there's not a damn thing about you I would change ok?"
You nodded, feeling tears spring to your eyes "Did we lose anyone?" He shook his head "No, thankfully we didn't" he pulled you back against his chest so you let him, laying your head down to listen to his heartbeat. "Matching costumes next year?" You asked quietly and felt his chest vibrate with laughter "As long as we go somewhere like target or spirit halloween, only chain stores from here on out"
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notenuffbees · 6 months
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I have many responsibilities in my personal and professional life, so naturally I used my valuable time to create this rating of every single one of Dick Knubbler's outfits. I know next to nothing about fashion, so naturally I'm the most qualified person to make this list. Bold fashion choices and wrong opinions under the cut. Let me know what you think!
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"Pre-Accident" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater. What an iconic look to start the series with. Songgu Kwon's concept art that's available online has Knubbler in a traditional suit, so I wonder when they made the switch to this style jacket. It's a shame he never wore this exact outfit ever again. Maybe it doesn't go with his robotic eyes? Do you think Dick had to get a whole new wardrobe after his eyes exploded since he stopped being blue eyed? And what do you think happened to his collection of different shaded glasses? 9/10
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"Award Show " Outfit. Appears in Dethwater. It's a suit. Boring. And it's just the same color scheme as the first outfit? Extra points for the bowtie and the pocket square. I just realized while making this list that he's not wearing shades in this outfit. 6/10
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"Prison" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater If there was any justice in the Metalocalypse universe, Knubbler would have spent the rest of the series in this outfit in a jail cell. Not much else to say about this one. I like the red-rimmed glasses. 3/10
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"Disco" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater.
Hideous. The bell bottoms, the clashing colors, the star patterns, whatever the hell kind of dance moves he's trying to pull off. Absolutely iconic. I would rank this outfit higher if it didn't physically hurt my eyes to look at it. 6/10
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"Magazine" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater.
It's the same as the "Pre-Accident" Outfit, just with a green turtleneck. For some reason I don't like this outfit nearly as much. Maybe because the green matches the eyes? But aren't you supposed to match colors in fashion? I don't know. Again, I'm probably the last person in the world that should be judging clothes.
5/10
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"Court" Outfit. Appears in Dethkomedy. Interesting color choices. This is why Knubbler's outfits are so great. You've got a basic suit-and-tie that becomes a fashion win/disaster with the lilac coat, black shirt, and pink striped tie. The stripes on the tie make it a little too busy for me though. 7/10
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"The Knubbler" Outfit. Appears in Dethkids, Dethrecord, Dethrelease/Black Fire Upon Us, Dethhealth, Doublebookedklok. Step away from your phone/computer for a second. Close your eyes. Take a few breaths. Then picture Dick Knubbler. What outfit is he wearing? I bet you pictured him in this. If you didn't, well then it's what Murderface pictured him wearing in his gay crisis fantasy. So yeah. There's a reason this outfit is the one they put him in over three seasons. Knubbler wore this style jacket before and since these episodes, but the plum really makes this version of the outfit shine. Absolutely perfect. No notes. 10/10
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"Recording on Water" Outfit. Appears in Dethvengeance, the cancelled Metalocalypse video game. Again, I love how Knubbler spices up a classic suit and tie with wild color choices. My personal preference for warm colors has me wishing the colors were a bit bolder than forest green and purple. But I gotta give love to any outfit with a pocket square. 7/10
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"White Dethmas" Outfit. Appears in Dethmas, Fertilityklok, and in issue 3 of the Dethklok comic book. This one's great. It takes a brave man to wear an all white outfit, and he pulls it off. My only issue is that it's kind of weird that he also wore it to Toki's birthday party which, according to the calendar in Fertilityklok, is late summer or early autumn. I assume they made this Dethmas outfit all white to go with the snow/winter/Christmas theme, but apparently Dick will just wear it whenever. 8/10
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"Christmas Special Host" Outfit. Appears in Dethmas. Perfectly average. Just a tuxedo. The red bowtie/pocket square with the green vest is a nice Christmas-y touch. Loses points for being so boring otherwise. 6/10
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"Nativity" Outfit. Appears in Dethmas. I don't know if I've ever been able to watch this clip all the way through without having to pause due to the secondhand embarrassment. Sometimes I think about how there exists a 30 second clip of this man screaming in agony as the blood vessels in his face swell and his eyeballs eventually explode, but this is the clip that makes me cringe myself inside out. I can barely look at this outfit long enough to rank it. The necklace is pretty cool though, even if I can't tell what the charm is supposed to be. It kind of looks like Facebones? Or the old DeviantArt mascot? I don't know. Let's just get the hell away from this picture. 2/10
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"Dealing with a Murderface Tantrum" Outfit. Appears in Dethsiduals The first of two suit-without-a-tie outfits. The purple and black go well together, and the pocket square makes another excellent appearance, although it pairs with the dress shirt this time rather than the ascot. Heh. Ascot. That's a funny word. 7/10
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"Season 4" Outfit. Appears in Writersklok, Goingdownklok, Breakupklok. I'm disappointed that he had so few outfits in season 4. That sours my opinion on this suit a little. But I love that there are three completely different colors with this outfit. Someone teach me how color coordination is done so I can understand why this outfit works.
And we've got another pocket square paired with the ascot! So I get to think about the word "ascot" again! 8/10
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"Flawless Disguise" Outfit. Appears in Writersklok. I love the running joke of a tracksuit and a baseball cap being the ultimate disguise in the Metalocalypse universe. Leave it to Knubbler to turn a tracksuit outfit into a capital L Look. I like that his baseball cap has a blue star on it like the pink shirt from the "Disco" Outfit, and that the suit itself is lavender like the "Court" Outfit. 8/10
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"Clergy" Outfit. Appears in Army of the Doomstar Another boring outfit compared to what he wears for most of the series. I wonder why they picked green for the color. Because that was the color of his robot pupils for most of the series? Because it's the same color as the nuclear seahorse from Dethwater? Because it makes him look more like Yoda? I'll give bonus points to this outfit since he was probably free-balling under that thing. Or should I take away points for that? Honestly my least favorite part of these robes is that Dick didn't get to die in a zazzier outfit. Hopefully in the Metalocalypse universe, ghosts can pick what outfit they wear when they haunt the shit out of the band. 6/10 And that's that! Please tell me how wrong my ratings are and where you would rate them instead. I need fashion lessons!
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Hello!! I'm in love with your artstyle (especially the way you did the signature spells??? I've been looking at them for a while adsgfdfsf, they look like movie posters tbh and that's fricking cool to me. anyway!! I'm a player on the NA server (btw, I've already seen spoilers of chap 7 due to tumblr/reddit/pinterest, so yeah it's not the most spoiled I've ever been so yea) and yeah. I'm getting through the story okay but do you have any advice for people trying to get through certain events with a more limited life schedule??? Also, what are some of the differences that you notice between the english (if you see a lot of it??) and Japanese versions of the game? sorry if this was a longer ask, i tried to be simple but i wanted to tell you that I loved your art and everything just spiraled AAAAAAH
thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I've been surprised by how many people really like my posters -- it's kind of a weird style to do fanart in, I guess, but I'm glad other people think it's cool too! :D
(gonna answer out of order because the event stuff turned into a huge block of text, sorry!)
I've seen a few of the localizations, but I don't know a lot about the Eng version, so I can't speak too much about differences. (I do think "housewarden" has a better sound to it than "dorm leader" though...they need a fancy little word to match their fancy little outfits.) I did look up the unique magic/signature spells to see if they were able to somehow work in the glossing -- I'm not even sure how you would localize that without it being super weird, so I don't blame them, but I was a little sad anyway! :( in Japanese, they're all written as Japanese phrases with the English as ruby text, and sometimes they're given a little extra meaning. like -- this is where the episode 7 spoilers I'm tagging are) the words that Mal says are "Fae of Maleficence":
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but the meaning of the Japanese is "Blessing", which is a nice little "ooooh" moment given the context of it!
there isn't always an extra meaning, sometimes it's just. super literal. but my other favorite is Jack's, where what he means is "✨howl that pierces the moonlit night✨", but what he actually yells is "UNLEASH BEAST" before turning into a giant dog. what a good boy.
as for event advice (under the cut, because this was already getting long)...
speaking as someone who is 100% F2P and therefore also tends to get kind of burnt by some of these events -- the #1 most important thing is to just...make peace with not getting everyone. :') I am a collector-type person, so it definitely gets grating when I can't have all the fancy PNGs my little packrat heart desires. generally though: never do random pulls, always be saving your keys and gems between events. (once a month you can buy a 10-set from Sam for a 50 gem discount, and logging in on a character's birthday will give you a 10-set for free, so make sure to do those!). when the event info starts coming out, pick one or two cards that you really want and work specifically towards those, focusing on grinding out the items and/or using your saved-up pulls on their specific banner. and in the end, accept that it might just not be meant to be, even if you hit the 100-pull pity SSR no I'm not still bitter over fairy gala Ortho why do you ask. if the event doesn't have any cards that you really want, take it as an opportunity to save for the next one!
hoard your star fragments (the things that restore AP) -- if you're going for a card that requires grinding event items to permanently unlock, and the item is one you get from lessons, you can use star fragments to bump your AP up to 30 at a time (10 is the limit that will restore over time, but 30 is the max you can have at once). that makes for a looong lesson loop, but I usually get about 50-60 items per 30 lessons, and I just let it run in the background while doing other stuff. (usually these items are what also unlock the event story, so I'll do a huge amount of lessons first thing and then have enough to get the whole story at once. 👍) it can get really grindy, but events go on for a while so it's not usually that bad if you space it out a bit, instead of waiting until the last minute to try and get those last 600 items (cough) (cough).
if it's one of the ones where you get the item from doing a rhythmic, you get the same amount of items no matter how well you do, even if you miss every note. so you can just...tap occasionally to restart it and get the same effect. if it's a battle one, you do have to actually win to get the item, but once you figure out the sweet spot of a team setup + highest battle level where you win every time, it becomes basically the same deal.
so...yeah, tl;dr you can get away with a lot just by setting things up to run in the background and paying just enough attention to tap through some of the menus. it does require a certain amount of time to just leave your phone while still sorta-kinda paying attention to it, so it might not work for everyone, but that's the best way I've found to get through most events!
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TBB S3 Ep 5 Thoughts!!
Love Omega’s new outfit
Batcher hanging out with Cross then, I see
Cross is like the dad who continuesly goes “NO PET” and then when you do get a pet they’re suddenly besties
“ITS ECHO” “perfect”
Ah, the duality of man
Love how there’s no end to this dynamic
“What? No hug for me?” “That depends how good your intel is.”
LOVE Echo matching Cross’s causal sass
These two are gonna push against each other a lot huh?
Yanno, given all the promo material, I was kinda expecting Rex to be with Echo when he arrived (hoping phi, the word is hoping.) (she’s delulu.)
“Especially without Tech” 😭😭😭😭
No surprise reactions from Cross through. Means he already knows.
But also, Cross coming in with the solve <3
Is Hunter,,,, JEALOUS??? of the fact that Omega is spending so much time with Cross? Like that SIDEYE when they walked past each other on the platform
Like, God forbid Omega spent time with the member of the squad who everybody is always suspicious of and spends the most time alone
BUT ALSO!!!
“Don’t hold it against him. His only worried about you.” CROSS YOU BIG ‘OL SOFTY!!!
“I’m older than you are, little brother.”
THE CHUCKLE
AND WRECKER GIVING BACK CROSS’S ARMOUR AAAAAAAHHHH
oooohhh the girls are fighting
“Hey, kill each other later.” SIR THE WAY I CACKLED BYE ✋🏻
“He started it.” Sir, are you 5?
MAYDAY’S HELMET
Echo not wanting Omega to see the straight up Bitch fight between Hunter and Cross
TELL HIM CROSSHAIR!!!!!
Jesus Christ, fucking finally
I wrote a post at some point about Cross becoming the mirror held up to Hunter in which he can view his own shortcomings because of his adamant refusal to change AND ITS HAPPENING
“I risked everything to send you that message and you ignored it.” THIS
Hunter’s mistrust in Cross played a big part in Omega getting captured, but also ofc Cross thinks the message was fully ignored, because no one came to save him either
Also Cross just not hiding anymore that he’s always cared for Omega too I LOVE
Love how quick they put that plan together
Batch is Batching :) (almost) (Tech, my love, come back)
“We’ll try to dig through.” “You’ll try?” “Glad you heard me properly.” I AM WHEEZING
Cross patting Batcher
BIG ‘OL SOFTY
Say did Hunter abandon the bandana for a god damn leather strap
wtf
Cross and Hunter walking back to base side by side, when the last time Cross was walking back to this base was with Mayday dying in his arms🥺
Wrecker hugging them both
AAAAAHHH
“See? They always work it out. And I don’t even see any blood this time.”
EXCUSE ME??
i am worried.
Blood??
Was typical??
Jesus Christ
Don’t know how much I appreciate Hunter getting on a high horse and giving Cross advice
Bird flying away from Cross After always being with him on that base, like the shadows of his past leaving his life, now that this period of his life is over (also sun setting, signifying the day is over)
Good symbolism yes
Okokok good episode! Tbh I thought “The Return” would be Echo’s permanent return to the Batch, but narratively that wouldn’t’ve made sense for him anyway. And I am LOVING the fact that it is actually Crosshair’s return to the turning point in his life, followed by his full return to the batch. Like yeah, last ep they re-met, but he hadn’t fully arrived until the end of this episode and GAAAAHHH I love it!
Also the dialogue is just totally A1 chefs kiss mwah this season (or maybe I just appreciate sarcasm)
Loved this one!! Would love to tag Saturn and Steph because I wanna see their thoughts of Echo being back but idk if they’ve seen the ep already and I don’t wanna spoil them so,,, idk guys if you see this hmu lol
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2024 Megaman Valentine's Day/White Day Contest Results!
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Hopefully this post won't feel too rushed; it certainly is rare for me to get contest results posted before 2 days have passed. Once again, I thank everyone who drew something for this year's event, as well as those who helped spread the word. Even with a smaller turnout, you guys still made it really hard on me to choose winners. All your art is deserving of praise! I wish I could afford to give you all some prize money! While I am posting this right now a little late into the evening in my time zone, I will be sending all the winners a message about your prize winnings soon enough, later tonight. If you don't see something right away, just know my message is on the way, within the next few hours. After the break, you will see all the pics and this year's winners!
As usual, after each entrant’s name, there will be a link to their entry, too, just in case the inserted images don’t load for you. With a smaller turnout this year, everything has been uploaded into a single imgbox gallery folder. Should be alphabetical by alias for each category, with the first 7 images for Cat. 1, and the last 4 images in Cat. 2.
[Full entry gallery]
CATEGORY 1 (Talent): Black and White Day
For this category, participants were tasked with creating an image celebrating White Day, with the requirement that their art mimic the "rubber hose" art style from around the 1920's. All entries needed to use a black and white or monochrome palette. 1.) HikariLux [Entry] [GB Alternate] $175 Winner!
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A cute scene with Rock presenting Alia with a ring that was made even better by adding an alternate original Gameboy palette pixel version of the same art. That added creativity made an adorable pic stand out even more, to give two different retro vibes to your art.
2.) @eulogysinger [Entry] $100 Winner!
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As an overall scene, your piece felt the most like it was screencapped straight out of a 20's cartoon, so I give you your props on getting your style to match so well! You can feel the movement with the curve in the Big Snakey's necks as Snake Man slides on down to Toad with his candy bouquet gift.
3.) @sylviidaee [Entry] $75 Winner!
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Sure, because of all the Axess storyboard posts I've been doing lately, this trio is probably in my mind more lately. But animating your piece to give it that added life, as the guys bonk each other with their gifts for Mariko, helped boost your entry into the top 3! LOL at the fish crying when Masa gets bonked. And again, style-wise, great job pulling off the rubber hose look.
And the rest of the wonderful entries in alphabetical order by alias: Kaitlin.EXE [Entry]
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Y'arr, that Pirate Man be takin' the girl and a pricey pearl wit 'em. But I bet once Diveye the Sailor Man eats his seaweed, that Pirate has a few punches coming to him. Retro Splashy's design is so cute! Totally a fun scene and creative takes on all three.
Komito [Entry]
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Like a vintage Norman Rock(man)well painting, the diner scene truly gives off the retro vibes, from the checkboard floor to Big Boy waiter Rock in the background. Love the touch of Splashy's straw curving into a heart shape as she longingly stares at Blues.
@wennastudio [Entry]
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I get the vibe of Axl imitating Porky Pig here, saying "That's All Folks!" to end the episode, as he pops out before the fades out. And since you are alphabetically last, it makes your piece even more fitting to close out this category's pics with this cute piece!
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For this category, entries needed to contain a character wearing an out-of-place holiday-themed skin or outfit that was not Valentine's Day-related, while in a Valentine's Day scene or setting. Being the humor category, the more it makes us laugh, the better! 1.) @aurantia-ignis [Entry] $175 Winner!
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🎵Zero the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul...but are YOU happy, Ciel? I love how Zero took White Day this literally to don this amusing snowman outfit. And out of all the entries for this category, you pulled off the absurdly humorous costume the best.
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It might just be a simple party hat, but I mean, Bass isn't wrong. Subtle, but I was amused! The heart shaped speech bubble was a nice touch to help sell the dialogue's punch line as well.
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Clever way to show the rush in changing between events, as RiCO is in part Valentine's skin and part Celebration skin dress that are digitally switching. ViA has it much easier throwing on a coat. It's always easier for the guys to get ready, as they say.
4.) Miralie [Entry]
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While Zero and Iris are dressed for the day, X's date does sort of have that Halloween vibe to her, as a witch. While Axl is clearly enjoying Singles Awareness Day...or doing his best Stuart Smalley impression by giving his Daily Affirmation that he's good enough, he's smart enough, and doggone it, Reploids like him.
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Pick Your Vice Versa Outfit ↳ Puen Pranon Edition
My Top 10 Puen Outfits for @stormyoceans​​​ [x] layout insp. [x]
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(some thoughts under the cut!)
am mostly writing these rambles for you monica, so i hope you’re looking over here. i was supposed to make this into a simple text post with a couple of screenshots but well, this happened instead. i hope you like it :’D
TOP 10 Puen Outifts explained:
10. Home Alone an all-black slacks and dress shirt + gray jacket -combo. i am obsessed with how puen looks in all-black here, especially when he takes the jacket off. he just looks So Good. i can almost ignore the pain and heartbreak. i can almost forget that talay is not there with him. tbh am questioning why he needs to wear something so sexy when he’s missing, yearning, longing, grieving, lamenting.  
9. Kannes Film Festival suit a green-brown striped suit with a black shirt under it. out of all the suits puen wears during his time in the other universe, i like this one the most. i also like the one he wears to their first movie premiere (the gray gradient is cool) plus the magenta suit he wears to the wedding, but i do not like his white slacks. tbh in that wedding, talay outshines him so i had to leave that one out. this one however comes with the most fashionable friendgroup, a beautiful bf (in navy blue), and a chest pin i find fascinating. am so sad we see so little of it.
8. The Yellow Jacket a simple jeans + a sleeveless shirt -combo with a light yellow jeans jacket. from my favorite episode, from one of my favorite scenes. i love the soft yellow on puen and how it makes him light up. he absolutely beams when they’re filming the interview video and he gets to tell talay how much it means to him that they got to meet. the outfit also seems to make him extra playful and i love it. a big minus is that this outfit is the one puen wears when we last get to see joob. 
7. All denim an all denim outfit with matching jeans and a jeans jacket + a one colored shirt under it. puen wearing denim on denim makes me go wild. every time i see this outfit i just drool a bit bc he looks so fine. what a man. i think he should wear all denim more often, mix it with all the shirts he owns, maybe get a couple of color variations; a faded blue, a darker blue, maybe an all-white one... the options are infinite. 
6. The Green Shirt a simple dark green long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. nothing special really but i love how the shirt looks on puen. it shows off his body and arms, makes him look fashionable but super cozy. his hair looks darker and the outfit comes with a plant! also am just very fond of the “love confession” puen makes in this shirt and the satisfied smile he gives when talay ends up looking at him with his mouth open. i support my menace of a man in all of his chaotic life choices. 
5. Moonchild a combination of black pants, a dark blue shirt, and a gradient black & white jeans jacket. the jacket here is truly a legend. i love it so much. but the outfit also works so well without the jacket, and i think that makes it even better?? two outfits in one! so handy. puen looks sinful in the plain blue shirt, and with the jacket on, just very cuddly. one hug is all i ask for, dear sir. 
4. The Suspenders black slacks with a simple white dress shirt and suspenders. someone really said here, “we’re going to introduce puen in the first part of the first ep and leave the whole audience reeling” and got away with it. they really had to give puen the most glorious five minutes of his life and i think i am still somewhere in the ditch bc of it. this outfit has everything; it looks snazzy, his waist is snatched, hair is styled, tits are out. it comes with the smirk of a pleased cat and the fond look he gives to talay’s antics, truly the best thing ever. 
3. First date dark jeans and a simple, v-necked red t-shirt. puen owns three variations of this same red shirt for all the big events of his own love life: the first date, falling in love in the glass house, and the big realization after the bucket hat. each shirt has different length sleeves: t-shirt, long, and sleeveless. my favorite is the first date outfit with a simple red t-shirt bc i get to see all of puen. there’s so much leg and the characteristic hand-on-cocked-waist -lean. i love the flirtiness. less is really more with this guy. 
2. Reunion tastes sweet light blue jeans and a sleeveless, light gray-brown top. it’s really a tie between this sleeveless shirt and the orange one that comes later but am obsessed with this episode so. also i love, love, love the scene where they’re sitting on the stairs bc puen’s hair looks like that. he looks so cool and pretty and cute, and then makes me so sad bc am so soft for him. someone really decided to put all the comfort in this one man and then dress him like this and yeah, i really get it talay, i also would count every minute without him. 
1. Drunken night out a dark blue button-up with black jeans. tbh the biggest reason i even wanted to make this list was this outfit bc how could you not mention it?? my absolute favorite outfit on puen hands down. the blue denim shirt! the skin tight jeans! the goofy smile and drunken stumble! the soft hair! gosh he looks so good but is also such a baby. i don’t want to talk about him sprawling on the stairs like that bc i have a reputation to keep. bonus points for the snacks bc puen gets to enjoy too little of those! and gosh don’t even get me started on those puppy eyes, my heart is melting. 
Bonus: Homecoming pajamas a set of light blue-gray pajamas, didn’t include this one to the list itself bc pajamas don’t count as proper clothing right? but god, i never really thought about what puen wears when he sleeps so i remember just squealing when i saw him like this. he’s so soft! so baby!! idk how talay isn’t just instantly cuddling the heck out of him. he looks so huggable it makes my hands itch. and he’s so happy like this! i bet he never wants to change out of his pajamas again.        
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☆ Pairing: TVA!Loki x Reader
☆ Synopsis: After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that.
☆ Word Count: 4,297
☆ Notes: Based on my comfort show, this takes place immediately after episode 1, and way before episode 2, there's a huge time lapse between each that I wish had been more exploited. So at Thanos said "fine, I'll do it myself" and indulge myself in the process..
☆ Warnings: Loki's shirt and jumpsuit (he's in the prisoner outfit) is open, so a soon-to-be sexual tension if I eventually make more of this? But I don't really like stranger to lovers so... not yet, no.
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It had been a very interesting day, days? His invasion to the Earth had been foiled and he was just about to be taken for what seemed to be a likely execution in Asgard when the Tesseract landed on his feet and what seemed to be a perfect escape ended up in a whole new world of trouble.
Sacred-Timelines, Variants, a Time Police, Space Lizard Gods that decided the flow of time, no magic, his entire life being a failure, him being destined to die by Thanos hands had just been the opener. And another variant of him going after them making Loki their best shot at catching him... Norns, give him a break.
“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”
“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”
Mobius just laughed.
“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”
Loki just groaned as he followed him around the TVA facilities, as Mobius explained further how things worked. But by the time they arrived Loki realized how sore he really felt, all the adrenaline of the day’s event died down, making him realize how sore he was.
“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”
And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.
The room was pleasantly warm and illuminated in calid light, and warmly decorated, with a big red couch and two matching red cushioned footstools, a shiny wooden table with a bowl of candy, a water dispenser and cups with a handmade paper sign that said: «make yourself at home 😊». And a desk in one of the corners, that had a cabinet full of what seemed to be medicaments, bandages, and ointments. It almost didn’t look like a place of healing, but then again, nothing in this place made sense.
Loki sat on the couch, resting his feet on the footstool and the ambience of the place added up to his soreness made evident how exhausted he truly was. As much as he wanted to keep his guard up, he started to doze off.
He didn’t know how he was asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. He sat up straight with his feet on the floor as a figured stepped in the room wearing a black outfit and a white lab coat with the TVA logo on the sewn in the chest pocket and holding a folder of papers.
“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”
“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”
“Ah… I don’t know. 5, maybe 15 minutes? Sorry I kept you waiting, Mobius dropped you in the middle of my break” you apologized, looking through the documents. “So, I take it, you are who needed help...? Mobius said I was needed here.”
“Of course, he did” he huffed.
“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”
“You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.
“I would if I could, but I’m not high-ranked to see them myself…” you apologized politely. “Now, I’d normally say take a seat, but I see you already did so just, make yourself comfortable again.”
Loki didn’t move, his body still tense as he remained wary of your presence. You simply sat on the free footstool looking at him with patience.
“Okay, I uh… I’m ashamed to admit I checked your file to try finding where you could you be injured,” you admitted, “but I think it’s better just asking so… does it hurt anywhere?”
Loki just chuckled ironically.
“No need for your pity.”
“Pity?” you chuckled, “Loki, it’s my job to care for others, that’s the TVA’s mission! If you want to get rid of me just help me help you and you’ll never have to deal with me again…”
Knowing that there was no point fighting he just sighed in defeat as he leaned back on the couch.
“Were doesn’t it hurt?” he joked.
“Right, your variance is after New York, it took you weeks to fully recover, twisted ankle, several cuts and big bruises all over, occasional broken ribs, I’m impressed you managed to wreak havoc in this state.” You explained, “But this… this is I have never seen.”
You reached to touch the bruise on his cheek, brushing lightly against his cheekbone.
“Ow! Stop that!” Loki protested at the touch. “This is not from New York! Your associate smacked me across the face when you stole me from the Timeline!”
“B-15 did this to you?!” you gasped in horror, “Oh she’s so gonna hear it from me when I see her! Look at this bruise!”
“I’m not sure what you expect from a punch that lasts half a minute” Loki protested.
“She slow-mo-ed you?” you smiled nervously, but his cold expression made it evident he had not found it half as amusing as you did. “Ahem, sorry.”
You stood up and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a couple of items, bandages, gauze, and a couple of bottles. And you returned to sit by his side, to make look at his face.
“Hold on a second, did you say occasional broken ribs? How does that work? Shouldn’t all wounds be the same?”
“Well… yes, and no…” you explained, “The body can react differently to the same kind of injury, like sometimes tripping down the stairs can bruise you, sometimes it won’t, creating minor variances, but not always enough to create a branch line, as long as they need keep with the flow of time. Unless the wound has a consequence, it’s not a variance, and you were locked up for a while to heal after this. And Asgardians are particularly resistant and heal on their own quite fast—”
“Then why am I here for?” he interrupted you.
“Well, I see no reason why we can’t give your body a little helping hand, or at least ease up the pain,” you offered “but I’m suspecting Mobius thought you could use a time out away from all of these, give you time to process everything.”
“Oh, so you and him are friends?” Loki scoffed. “You must be awfully close to let you stay here alone with me.”
“He’s a good friend, yes.” you admitted, “But this office is meant to be a safe space, everyone’s welcome if the need help. The infirmary is next door if your wounds were more severe.”
“So, what is this room?”
“A break room, to put it simply, but most of us come here to treat minor injuries, I usually help some of them” you shrugged. “That being said, I take it’d be alright if I checked for wounds? Given I’ll need you to open your jumpsuit and shirt.”
You waited patiently as Loki stared at you with curiosity, not completely following what was going on.
“You are allowed to call for an actual doctor or decline if you feel uncomfortable” you assured him.
“N-No... It’s” he licked his lips nervously, “It’s quite alright.”
He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and blue shirt, sliding the sleeves of his shirt as it uncovered down to his waist. Leaving his torso completely bare.
“Oh my...” you mumbled at the sight.
“What?” Loki asked amused, “enjoying the view?”
“I’m not gonna answer that,” you smiled, “we’re going off subject. Okay, I’ll start cleaning the open cuts, that good?”
“I suppose.”
You grabbed a little bottle and opened the cap, revealing a spray. Loki turned around so you could start with the wounds on his back.
“Okay, this is a sterilizer and disinfectant, it’ll clean the wounds, but it’s gonna sting” you warned him.
“Please, how bad can it AAAH!” he let out a yelp, arching his back and hissed in pain, it stung worse than he expected. “Careful!”
“I warned you it’d sting!” you smiled somewhat nervous, “I need you to be a bit tough for this.”
You began cleaning and disinfecting the wounds over his back. Loki winces through the pain. It does sting, but Loki bites his lip and remains silent, just watching you work. Your concern about him is making his defenses waver, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your intentions seem so pure and genuine.
By the time you finished cleaning the cuts on his back he had grown accustomed to the treatment. And when you gave gently taps with the gauze he started relaxing again.
“Asgardian resistance never ceases to amaze me” you complimented him. “I’m impressed Hulk didn’t roughen you up more.”
“You’ve seen that?” Loki said feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.
“Well… yeah…” you smiled at the sight of the flustered god. “You’re the most famous variant at the TVA, studying your life is kind of a requirement for the best Hunters, and to be just a decent Analyst.”
“Great” Loki groaned.
While you moved to treat the cuts up his arm, your finger stroked his bicep making him jolt. He pulled back his arm, causing you looking at him confusedly for a few moments. You just stayed in silent for a couple of seconds when a scaringly mischievous smile.
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”
“Nonsense, I’m not-”
“Loki...” you cut him off with a teasy grin, “Yeah you are.”
Loki just grumbled.
“How do you know—?”
“I’m an Analyst, and even if a Loki variant wasn’t our top priority, and like I said, studying your life is kind of a requirement to be just a decent Analyst.”
“Oh, and you’re a decent one?” he mocked you.
“I’d like to think so” you just smiled back, clearly unphased. “Where else does it hurt?”
Loki thought for a moment, despite he felt way worse earlier, even right now there wasn’t a single inch of his body that wasn’t sore.
“Everywhere…?” you asked gently.
“That’s… correct…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch, groaning in pain.
You reach to try and get a look on Loki’s torso, stopping with your hands above his abdomen.
“Would it be okay if I check?” you asked, tilting your head to point at him “I mean, I have to check you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
This was a huge contrast from everyone else he had talked to in the TVA, everyone had been at least rude, manipulative, or cruel and straight up life-threatening at some point. But at most you had teased him, you seemed genuinely wanting to help, and for some unknown, unexplained reason didn’t feel threatened by you at all.
Loki hesitated, and then nodded. He moves over so you can reach all of his wounds.
“You should know that being touched by someone else is not an experience I give just anyone, but it is preferable to remaining injured.” He says, a bit of vulnerability creeps into Loki’s voice, a rare sight. “Do what you must, please.”
“Okay,” you smiled at him, “thank you for the trust.”
That last comment stirred up something within him, did he trust you? He had just met you but being thanked for it was oddly pleasant.
“Does it hurt particularity bad here?” you asked, prodding, and poking around, gently squeezing his sides and ribs.
Loki flinches at the prodding and poking but holds still. He’s clearly nervous about your actions, and his hands are tight fists in his lap.
“N-No…” he stuttered through gritted teeth.
Which would’ve been concerning had it not been fore the smile crawling up his lips.
“I guess that discards broken ribs” you smiled, biting back the urge to tease him.
“I take it I’m not as much as an odd variant?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “Well, that’s a pity… I thought I was special.”
“Not special? I strongly differ. Asgardian speed to heal never ceases to amaze me, I mean look at this! A blast from Tony Stark’s repulsors, a fight with Thor, an explosive arrow from a flying vehicle, and Hulk just whacking you around like a ragdoll” you said excitedly. “And look, almost every sever injury is already healed on its own! It’s almost as if your body knows what to heal first based on how critical the injure is!”
You kept pressing, squeezing, and poking Loki around, fully fascinated pointing out how healthy he seemed, only making Loki flinch more, sometimes with pain, sometimes with what felt like tickles. He did his best to keep his composure but sooner than he realizes it, he is taking in a few quick, shallow breaths, biting back to stop himself from laughing.
You chuckle softly, standing up to grab something from the cabinet on the corner.
“So, being super ticklish is a Loki thing, huh?” you grinned, almost as if you were not trying to tease him at all, “Sorry, I’ve never been so close to a Loki before, this is a fascinating opportunity!”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, usually the variants aren’t here for long…” you said sadly, “And I’m sad to say I’ve never been assigned to a case involving you so… Never got the chance to study the god of mischief firsthand…”
Under normal circumstances, Loki would have teased you, flirted with you just for the sake of embarrassing you, or just mocked you. But nothing of this situation was normal.
“How come?” Loki asked.
“Well… Loki variants are high rank cases,” you admitted “and it’s very had to climb your way to the top without leverage given there’s not much growth opportunity in here… So, I am assigned to safer cases… It’s good, but… there’s no… excitement…”
Then something clicked, the reason why Loki was sent to the break room and not the infirmary, why you treated his wounds rather than a doctor, why Mobius sent you to him, proving you could manage being with a Loki could help you rise through ranks. If you realized this as well, you didn’t show, you just seemed to focus on treating his wounds and studying.
“That sounds boring” Loki pointed out.
“It’s not so b… Aaah… No, boring is the right word!” you said with a newfound anger, “Do you know how few of us Analysts get to go into the field like Mobius and see the universe, while the rest of us are stuck here learning through document and video files?!”
“Look at the little mouse” Loki snickered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?” you complained.
“No, I would cause mischief and find a way out” Loki retorted with a cocky smirk. “Not that a goody-goody like you would know how...”
Loki smiled at the indignant look on your face as you returned to sit next to him. You huffed as you unscrewed the lid of tiny jar on your hands. As soon the lid came off, he got smacked in the face by the disgusting smell and his smiled disappeared.
“I’m gonna rub this on your bruises, it should help them heal faster, but it’s a bit smelly” you warned him to help him relax. But then a devilish smile appeared in your lips, “...although I doubt that will be the least of your concerns.”
Loki’s face takes on a look of mild panic as you grab the ointment. His breath quickens again, and his heart starts to beat quicker. Loki’s fingers wrap around the arm rest of the couch, clutching the cloth.
“I... N-no. I... don’t... Please don’t...” Loki tried reasoning with you, on the cusp of a nervous fit as he speaks.
“Don’t be a baby,” you smiled amusedly “it’s for your own good!”
You then proceed to gently rub circles the ointment in a bruise on his belly. Loki’s breath hitches. His body goes rigid as the ointment touches him. Loki is silent for a moment, until he lets out a tiny, surprised squeak. His cheeks look like tomatoes.
“You know, I’m considering staying here to tickle you for a while” you smiled as his giggling kept further slipping through his mouth.
“Y-y-y-you are awful!” he accuses you, though he has playful tone, rather than an offensive one.
Maybe this whole Time Variance Authority pantomime really was fun... just a little bit.
“I know, I know” you roll your eyes in amusement, “just take it like a big boy, you’re still badly bruised.”
You look up at him for a moment and smiles at his red faces and how poorly his containing his reactions.
“You can laugh you know? I won’t get mad at you as long as you let me patch you up” you mocked him, moving on to the next spot.
That teasy reassurance broke him. Maybe he found it funny, maybe it was that the new spot was below a particularly sensitive rib, or maybe he really wanted to take that opportunity to not have a lung bursting due to held back laughter. But the damn broke.
He lets out a small chuckle, just as you begin rubbing the ointment along another bruise. Loki’s body is again rigid, and he lets out a sharp breath as he does a final desperate attempt to keep himself together. But it proved too much, and he burst into bright bubbly laughter.
“Wahahait! Nohohot there!” he cackled.
The smile on your face grew bigger at his dorky laugh.
“Is that a smile?” you teased him “Is this all that takes to make the God of Mischief laugh, a few tickles?”
“You are a terrible nurse!” he cried, laughing a bit in spite of himself. “Thihihihihis is cruel!
“Wow, I knew being a drama king was just hard coded into you but... That was uncalled for, if I were a bad nurse, I’d do this—” You giggle as you use your other hand to tickle his armpit.
Loki jumped at the contact and let out an adorable yet incredibly undignified squeak. As he doubled over in laughter.
“AHHH! No! No! S-s-stop!” he squealed, “Stohohohohop!”
Loki tried to fight against his body’s response, but ever since he was a child his entire body collapsed when he was tickled, leaving him a maniac laughing mess, and perhaps… perhaps, he was having fun and he couldn’t stay serious even if he wanted to. He just collapsed against the couch laughing.
He probably couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled him, but he even then the list wasn’t longer than his brother and his parents when he was very little. And when said parents are both royalty and gods… well, the list pretty much reduced to Thor.
And deep down, he missed it, after all that had been happening. This silly thing was the most relaxing thing he’d experienced in a while. It made him feel… playful.
“Imagine how much faster New York would’ve been if the Avenger had just ti— EEEEK! Lohohohoki!”
Before you could finish that sentence, Loki had latched onto your sides and he squeezed, making you burst into giggles.
“I’m sorry little Analyst, that’s what you get for underestimating the God of Mis— ehehehe hehey!”
And almost as if you weren’t two adults in the office of a universal scale organization you had unleashed a tickle fight just like any pair of children in a playfield.
“Gihihive up Loki, Ihihihi know ahahahall your tickle spots” you giggled you kneaded his hipbones, making him holler.
“Dohohon’t be so suhuhure! Ihihi I’m stihihihihill stronger thahahan youhuhu!” he cried, pinching over your ribs.
“Dohohoho our worst!” you squealed defiantly.
“Ohoho... I intend to” Loki chuckled, as he pulled you to his lap so he could claw and wiggle his fingers against your stomach.
“Ehehe— hey!” you whined, kicking your legs as he tickled you. “Stohohop it!”
“Mmm, no I don’t feel like stopping” Loki purred against your ear. “Maybe I’ll tickle you until you go mad.”
“Ohoho yeah?!” you laughed as you used the closeness to squeeze his kneecap.
He barked out a laugh as you had gone to attack his legs, squeezing his knees, or scribbling your fingers underneath them. It made him want to just surrender, but a stubborn one he was, and it made him double over on effort. Poking and prodding all over your torso trying to find a bad spot.
And it made you laugh for sure, but not stop you. His damn prisoner jumpsuit was still wide open, exposing his stomach for your fingernails to gently scratch all over it.
“Stohohohop thahahat or I— Ahahaha w-wait wahahahait!” he laughed.
Being objective, it made it an even fight, you were in your element, based on your performance you probably knew every ticklish spot on his body and your clothes were more protection that his while he despite having the strength wasn’t used to any of not having his magic, or this place, so he just clumsily tried fight back.
“Cuhuhut it ouhuhut!” you squeaked.
“You cuhuhut it out!” he complained as he wiggled his fingers against your sides, drilling his fingers against them.
It proved more effective because your squirming became more violent. And before he noticed you had both tumbled down to the floor. Despite that indirectly announced the end of that, the absurdity of the whole situation was enough to make you both laugh again.
“Alright, alright, that was fun, but I really need you to let me finish patching you up” you scolded him playfully as you helped him to his feet.
“Fine” he smiled, as he sat back on the couch “I must admit, I didn’t expect anyone here to know the meaning of fun.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes, not dignifying that with a response.
“I’ll be careful to try tickling you the least possible” you offered.
You refocused on rubbing the ointment on his bruises, which still very much tickled but not intentionally. Loki kept laughing and smiling with barely any restraint now. But in your defense, you had kept your word and it was bearable enough to keep a conversation with only an interrupting gasp or snicker here and there. He even complied rolling the pants’ leg to treat the most of his injuries from his ankles and legs.
You kept chatting with him, at first trying to make small talk, asking him about basic stuff like his thoughts on the building and dull topics, that sooner than later turned to events on Loki’s life. Going on about his sabotaging acts against humanity throughout history.
“… Okay, okay! But how did you keep convincing Switzerland to keep invading Liechtenstein?”
“Simple darling,” he bragged, “give them a —ehehe— give them enough time to forget, and make soldier get lost– hehe... enough.”
“But out of all the Realms what did you have against earth?” you chuckled. “You seemed to always pick on them quite a lot.”
“Surely you’d do the same to the planet the popularized the myth that you screwed a horse” Loki excused himself.
“Aww, no they didn’t” you grinned, “the horse did you, or should I remind who was the mother?”
Loki let out an undignified gasp as you burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s low, even for a time bureaucrat” Loki said, with a smile he found himself incapable of suppressing.
He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he actually liked this side of you, you seemed much less stiff than when you arrived, and… it was cute. Your nose scrunched up and your shoulders bounced at the pace of that stupidly self-satisfied laugh.
Who knows how long you two went on like this, often forgetting that you were here to cure him and just immersing in the conversation. And still… before he noticed, you had finished and were buttoning up his jumpsuit.
“There, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased him.
The person now sitting before him seemed completely different to who walked in. More relaxed, witty, sarcastic, and funny.
“You are the worst nurse...” he grumbled, but there’s a clear note of pleasure in his voice.
“Ohoho... You just love getting yourself in trouble, your majesty” you gave him a last tickle on side before standing up. “Now all you need is time to heal.”
Loki stares up at your, breathing heavily after your last tickling. He’s still trying to keep a straight face when he speaks but it’s impossible. He lets out a tiny breathless laugh, and he sits up fully, and his head just drops back into the couch in mild exhaustion. His breath speeds up a bit and the smile on his face turns into a wide, toothy grin.
“Yes, doctor” he smiled cockily.
“I’ll bring you a clean uniform so you can take a shower and freshen up.” You said as you walked to the door, “You should be a… large, given how tall you are…” you offered gently. “You rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it.”
The way your hospitality moved him was scary. But Loki’s temper just subdued.
“I... thank you...” he said, almost in a whisper, “for everything.”
You looked at him. And for a moment, Loki would’ve sworn something in your gaze faltered, it looked almost regretful. But it vanished to that warm inviting smile you had earlier.
“Welcome to the TVA” you smiled.
It had been a very interesting day, days? His invasion to the Earth had been foiled and he was just about to be taken for what seemed to be a likely execution in Asgard when the Tesseract landed on his feet and what seemed to be a perfect escape ended up in a whole new world of trouble.
Sacred-Timelines, Variants, a Time Police, Space Lizard Gods that decided the flow of time, no magic, his entire life being a failure, him being destined to die by Thanos hands had just been the opener. And another variant of him going after them making Loki their best shot at catching him... Norns, give him a break.
“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”
“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”
Mobius just laughed.
“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”
Loki just groaned as he followed him around the TVA facilities, as Mobius explained further how things worked. But by the time they arrived Loki realized how sore he really felt, all the adrenaline of the day’s event died down, making him realize how sore he was.
“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”
And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.
The room was pleasantly warm and illuminated in calid light, and warmly decorated, with a big red couch and two matching red cushioned footstools, a shiny wooden table with a bowl of candy, a water dispenser and cups with a handmade paper sign that said: «make yourself at home 😊». And a desk in one of the corners, that had a cabinet full of what seemed to be medicaments, bandages, and ointments. It almost didn’t look like a place of healing, but then again, nothing in this place made sense.
Loki sat on the couch, resting his feet on the footstool and the ambience of the place added up to his soreness made evident how exhausted he truly was. As much as he wanted to keep his guard up, he started to doze off.
He didn’t know how he was asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. He sat up straight with his feet on the floor as a figured stepped in the room wearing a black outfit and a white lab coat with the TVA logo on the sewn in the chest pocket and holding a folder of papers.
“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”
“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”
“Ah… I don’t know. 5, maybe 15 minutes? Sorry I kept you waiting, Mobius dropped you in the middle of my break” you apologized, looking through the documents. “So, I take it, you are who needed help...? Mobius said I was needed here.”
“Of course, he did” he huffed.
“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”
“You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.
“I would if I could, but I’m not high-ranked to see them myself…” you apologized politely. “Now, I’d normally say take a seat, but I see you already did so just, make yourself comfortable again.”
Loki didn’t move, his body still tense as he remained wary of your presence. You simply sat on the free footstool looking at him with patience.
“Okay, I uh… I’m ashamed to admit I checked your file to try finding where you could you be injured,” you admitted, “but I think it’s better just asking so… does it hurt anywhere?”
Loki just chuckled ironically.
“No need for your pity.”
“Pity?” you chuckled, “Loki, it’s my job to care for others, that’s the TVA’s mission! If you want to get rid of me just help me help you and you’ll never have to deal with me again…”
Knowing that there was no point fighting he just sighed in defeat as he leaned back on the couch.
“Were doesn’t it hurt?” he joked.
“Right, your variance is after New York, it took you weeks to fully recover, twisted ankle, several cuts and big bruises all over, occasional broken ribs, I’m impressed you managed to wreak havoc in this state.” You explained, “But this… this is I have never seen.”
You reached to touch the bruise on his cheek, brushing lightly against his cheekbone.
“Ow! Stop that!” Loki protested at the touch. “This is not from New York! Your associate smacked me across the face when you stole me from the Timeline!”
“B-15 did this to you?!” you gasped in horror, “Oh she’s so gonna hear it from me when I see her! Look at this bruise!”
“I’m not sure what you expect from a punch that lasts half a minute” Loki protested.
“She slow-mo-ed you?” you smiled nervously, but his cold expression made it evident he had not found it half as amusing as you did. “Ahem, sorry.”
You stood up and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a couple of items, bandages, gauze, and a couple of bottles. And you returned to sit by his side, to make look at his face.
“Hold on a second, did you say occasional broken ribs? How does that work? Shouldn’t all wounds be the same?”
“Well… yes, and no…” you explained, “The body can react differently to the same kind of injury, like sometimes tripping down the stairs can bruise you, sometimes it won’t, creating minor variances, but not always enough to create a branch line, as long as they need keep with the flow of time. Unless the wound has a consequence, it’s not a variance, and you were locked up for a while to heal after this. And Asgardians are particularly resistant and heal on their own quite fast—”
“Then why am I here for?” he interrupted you.
“Well, I see no reason why we can’t give your body a little helping hand, or at least ease up the pain,” you offered “but I’m suspecting Mobius thought you could use a time out away from all of these, give you time to process everything.”
“Oh, so you and him are friends?” Loki scoffed. “You must be awfully close to let you stay here alone with me.”
“He’s a good friend, yes.” you admitted, “But this office is meant to be a safe space, everyone’s welcome if the need help. The infirmary is next door if your wounds were more severe.”
“So, what is this room?”
“A break room, to put it simply, but most of us come here to treat minor injuries, I usually help some of them” you shrugged. “That being said, I take it’d be alright if I checked for wounds? Given I’ll need you to open your jumpsuit and shirt.”
You waited patiently as Loki stared at you with curiosity, not completely following what was going on.
“You are allowed to call for an actual doctor or decline if you feel uncomfortable” you assured him.
“N-No... It’s” he licked his lips nervously, “It’s quite alright.”
He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and blue shirt, sliding the sleeves of his shirt as it uncovered down to his waist. Leaving his torso completely bare.
“Oh my...” you mumbled at the sight.
“What?” Loki asked amused, “enjoying the view?”
“I’m not gonna answer that,” you smiled, “we’re going off subject. Okay, I’ll start cleaning the open cuts, that good?”
“I suppose.”
You grabbed a little bottle and opened the cap, revealing a spray. Loki turned around so you could start with the wounds on his back.
“Okay, this is a sterilizer and disinfectant, it’ll clean the wounds, but it’s gonna sting” you warned him.
“Please, how bad can it AAAH!” he let out a yelp, arching his back and hissed in pain, it stung worse than he expected. “Careful!”
“I warned you it’d sting!” you smiled somewhat nervous, “I need you to be a bit tough for this.”
You began cleaning and disinfecting the wounds over his back. Loki winces through the pain. It does sting, but Loki bites his lip and remains silent, just watching you work. Your concern about him is making his defenses waver, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your intentions seem so pure and genuine.
By the time you finished cleaning the cuts on his back he had grown accustomed to the treatment. And when you gave gently taps with the gauze he started relaxing again.
“Asgardian resistance never ceases to amaze me” you complimented him. “I’m impressed Hulk didn’t roughen you up more.”
“You’ve seen that?” Loki said feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.
“Well… yeah…” you smiled at the sight of the flustered god. “You’re the most famous variant at the TVA, studying your life is kind of a requirement for the best Hunters, and to be just a decent Analyst.”
“Great” Loki groaned.
While you moved to treat the cuts up his arm, your finger stroked his bicep making him jolt. He pulled back his arm, causing you looking at him confusedly for a few moments. You just stayed in silent for a couple of seconds when a scaringly mischievous smile.
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”
“Nonsense, I’m not-”
“Loki...” you cut him off with a teasy grin, “Yeah you are.”
Loki just grumbled.
“How do you know—?”
“I’m an Analyst, and even if a Loki variant wasn’t our top priority, and like I said, studying your life is kind of a requirement to be just a decent Analyst.”
“Oh, and you’re a decent one?” he mocked you.
“I’d like to think so” you just smiled back, clearly unphased. “Where else does it hurt?”
Loki thought for a moment, despite he felt way worse earlier, even right now there wasn’t a single inch of his body that wasn’t sore.
“Everywhere…?” you asked gently.
“That’s… correct…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch, groaning in pain.
You reach to try and get a look on Loki’s torso, stopping with your hands above his abdomen.
“Would it be okay if I check?” you asked, tilting your head to point at him “I mean, I have to check you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
This was a huge contrast from everyone else he had talked to in the TVA, everyone had been at least rude, manipulative, or cruel and straight up life-threatening at some point. But at most you had teased him, you seemed genuinely wanting to help, and for some unknown, unexplained reason didn’t feel threatened by you at all.
Loki hesitated, and then nodded. He moves over so you can reach all of his wounds.
“You should know that being touched by someone else is not an experience I give just anyone, but it is preferable to remaining injured.” He says, a bit of vulnerability creeps into Loki’s voice, a rare sight. “Do what you must, please.”
“Okay,” you smiled at him, “thank you for the trust.”
That last comment stirred up something within him, did he trust you? He had just met you but being thanked for it was oddly pleasant.
“Does it hurt particularity bad here?” you asked, prodding, and poking around, gently squeezing his sides and ribs.
Loki flinches at the prodding and poking but holds still. He’s clearly nervous about your actions, and his hands are tight fists in his lap.
“N-No…” he stuttered through gritted teeth.
Which would’ve been concerning had it not been fore the smile crawling up his lips.
“I guess that discards broken ribs” you smiled, biting back the urge to tease him.
“I take it I’m not as much as an odd variant?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “Well, that’s a pity… I thought I was special.”
“Not special? I strongly differ. Asgardian speed to heal never ceases to amaze me, I mean look at this! A blast from Tony Stark’s repulsors, a fight with Thor, an explosive arrow from a flying vehicle, and Hulk just whacking you around like a ragdoll” you said excitedly. “And look, almost every sever injury is already healed on its own! It’s almost as if your body knows what to heal first based on how critical the injure is!”
You kept pressing, squeezing, and poking Loki around, fully fascinated pointing out how healthy he seemed, only making Loki flinch more, sometimes with pain, sometimes with what felt like tickles. He did his best to keep his composure but sooner than he realizes it, he is taking in a few quick, shallow breaths, biting back to stop himself from laughing.
You chuckle softly, standing up to grab something from the cabinet on the corner.
“So, being super ticklish is a Loki thing, huh?” you grinned, almost as if you were not trying to tease him at all, “Sorry, I’ve never been so close to a Loki before, this is a fascinating opportunity!”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, usually the variants aren’t here for long…” you said sadly, “And I’m sad to say I’ve never been assigned to a case involving you so… Never got the chance to study the god of mischief firsthand…”
Under normal circumstances, Loki would have teased you, flirted with you just for the sake of embarrassing you, or just mocked you. But nothing of this situation was normal.
“How come?” Loki asked.
“Well… Loki variants are high rank cases,” you admitted “and it’s very had to climb your way to the top without leverage given there’s not much growth opportunity in here… So, I am assigned to safer cases… It’s good, but… there’s no… excitement…”
Then something clicked, the reason why Loki was sent to the break room and not the infirmary, why you treated his wounds rather than a doctor, why Mobius sent you to him, proving you could manage being with a Loki could help you rise through ranks. If you realized this as well, you didn’t show, you just seemed to focus on treating his wounds and studying.
“That sounds boring” Loki pointed out.
“It’s not so b… Aaah… No, boring is the right word!” you said with a newfound anger, “Do you know how few of us Analysts get to go into the field like Mobius and see the universe, while the rest of us are stuck here learning through document and video files?!”
“Look at the little mouse” Loki snickered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?” you complained.
“No, I would cause mischief and find a way out” Loki retorted with a cocky smirk. “Not that a goody-goody like you would know how...”
Loki smiled at the indignant look on your face as you returned to sit next to him. You huffed as you unscrewed the lid of tiny jar on your hands. As soon the lid came off, he got smacked in the face by the disgusting smell and his smiled disappeared.
“I’m gonna rub this on your bruises, it should help them heal faster, but it’s a bit smelly” you warned him to help him relax. But then a devilish smile appeared in your lips, “...although I doubt that will be the least of your concerns.”
Loki’s face takes on a look of mild panic as you grab the ointment. His breath quickens again, and his heart starts to beat quicker. Loki’s fingers wrap around the arm rest of the couch, clutching the cloth.
“I... N-no. I... don’t... Please don’t...” Loki tried reasoning with you, on the cusp of a nervous fit as he speaks.
“Don’t be a baby,” you smiled amusedly “it’s for your own good!”
You then proceed to gently rub circles the ointment in a bruise on his belly. Loki’s breath hitches. His body goes rigid as the ointment touches him. Loki is silent for a moment, until he lets out a tiny, surprised squeak. His cheeks look like tomatoes.
“You know, I’m considering staying here to tickle you for a while” you smiled as his giggling kept further slipping through his mouth.
“Y-y-y-you are awful!” he accuses you, though he has playful tone, rather than an offensive one.
Maybe this whole Time Variance Authority pantomime really was fun... just a little bit.
“I know, I know” you roll your eyes in amusement, “just take it like a big boy, you’re still badly bruised.”
You look up at him for a moment and smiles at his red faces and how poorly his containing his reactions.
“You can laugh you know? I won’t get mad at you as long as you let me patch you up” you mocked him, moving on to the next spot.
That teasy reassurance broke him. Maybe he found it funny, maybe it was that the new spot was below a particularly sensitive rib, or maybe he really wanted to take that opportunity to not have a lung bursting due to held back laughter. But the damn broke.
He lets out a small chuckle, just as you begin rubbing the ointment along another bruise. Loki’s body is again rigid, and he lets out a sharp breath as he does a final desperate attempt to keep himself together. But it proved too much, and he burst into bright bubbly laughter.
“Wahahait! Nohohot there!” he cackled.
The smile on your face grew bigger at his dorky laugh.
“Is that a smile?” you teased him “Is this all that takes to make the God of Mischief laugh, a few tickles?”
“You are a terrible nurse!” he cried, laughing a bit in spite of himself. “Thihihihihis is cruel!
“Wow, I knew being a drama king was just hard coded into you but... That was uncalled for, if I were a bad nurse, I’d do this—” You giggle as you use your other hand to tickle his armpit.
Loki jumped at the contact and let out an adorable yet incredibly undignified squeak. As he doubled over in laughter.
“AHHH! No! No! S-s-stop!” he squealed, “Stohohohohop!”
Loki tried to fight against his body’s response, but ever since he was a child his entire body collapsed when he was tickled, leaving him a maniac laughing mess, and perhaps… perhaps, he was having fun and he couldn’t stay serious even if he wanted to. He just collapsed against the couch laughing.
He probably couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled him, but he even then the list wasn’t longer than his brother and his parents when he was very little. And when said parents are both royalty and gods… well, the list pretty much reduced to Thor.
And deep down, he missed it, after all that had been happening. This silly thing was the most relaxing thing he’d experienced in a while. It made him feel… playful.
“Imagine how much faster New York would’ve been if the Avenger had just ti— EEEEK! Lohohohoki!”
Before you could finish that sentence, Loki had latched onto your sides and he squeezed, making you burst into giggles.
“I’m sorry little Analyst, that’s what you get for underestimating the God of Mis— ehehehe hehey!”
And almost as if you weren’t two adults in the office of a universal scale organization you had unleashed a tickle fight just like any pair of children in a playfield.
“Gihihive up Loki, Ihihihi know ahahahall your tickle spots” you giggled you kneaded his hipbones, making him holler.
“Dohohon’t be so suhuhure! Ihihi I’m stihihihihill stronger thahahan youhuhu!” he cried, pinching over your ribs.
“Dohohoho our worst!” you squealed defiantly.
“Ohoho... I intend to” Loki chuckled, as he pulled you to his lap so he could claw and wiggle his fingers against your stomach.
“Ehehe— hey!” you whined, kicking your legs as he tickled you. “Stohohop it!”
“Mmm, no I don’t feel like stopping” Loki purred against your ear. “Maybe I’ll tickle you until you go mad.”
“Ohoho yeah?!” you laughed as you used the closeness to squeeze his kneecap.
He barked out a laugh as you had gone to attack his legs, squeezing his knees, or scribbling your fingers underneath them. It made him want to just surrender, but a stubborn one he was, and it made him double over on effort. Poking and prodding all over your torso trying to find a bad spot.
And it made you laugh for sure, but not stop you. His damn prisoner jumpsuit was still wide open, exposing his stomach for your fingernails to gently scratch all over it.
“Stohohohop thahahat or I— Ahahaha w-wait wahahahait!” he laughed.
Being objective, it made it an even fight, you were in your element, based on your performance you probably knew every ticklish spot on his body and your clothes were more protection that his while he despite having the strength wasn’t used to any of not having his magic, or this place, so he just clumsily tried fight back.
“Cuhuhut it ouhuhut!” you squeaked.
“You cuhuhut it out!” he complained as he wiggled his fingers against your sides, drilling his fingers against them.
It proved more effective because your squirming became more violent. And before he noticed you had both tumbled down to the floor. Despite that indirectly announced the end of that, the absurdity of the whole situation was enough to make you both laugh again.
“Alright, alright, that was fun, but I really need you to let me finish patching you up” you scolded him playfully as you helped him to his feet.
“Fine” he smiled, as he sat back on the couch “I must admit, I didn’t expect anyone here to know the meaning of fun.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes, not dignifying that with a response.
“I’ll be careful to try tickling you the least possible” you offered.
You refocused on rubbing the ointment on his bruises, which still very much tickled but not intentionally. Loki kept laughing and smiling with barely any restraint now. But in your defense, you had kept your word and it was bearable enough to keep a conversation with only an interrupting gasp or snicker here and there. He even complied rolling the pants’ leg to treat the most of his injuries from his ankles and legs.
You kept chatting with him, at first trying to make small talk, asking him about basic stuff like his thoughts on the building and dull topics, that sooner than later turned to events on Loki’s life. Going on about his sabotaging acts against humanity throughout history.
“… Okay, okay! But how did you keep convincing Switzerland to keep invading Liechtenstein?”
“Simple darling,” he bragged, “give them a —ehehe— give them enough time to forget, and make soldier get lost– hehe... enough.”
“But out of all the Realms what did you have against earth?” you chuckled. “You seemed to always pick on them quite a lot.”
“Surely you’d do the same to the planet the popularized the myth that you screwed a horse” Loki excused himself.
“Aww, no they didn’t” you grinned, “the horse did you, or should I remind who was the mother?”
Loki let out an undignified gasp as you burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s low, even for a time bureaucrat” Loki said, with a smile he found himself incapable of suppressing.
He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he actually liked this side of you, you seemed much less stiff than when you arrived, and… it was cute. Your nose scrunched up and your shoulders bounced at the pace of that stupidly self-satisfied laugh.
Who knows how long you two went on like this, often forgetting that you were here to cure him and just immersing in the conversation. And still… before he noticed, you had finished and were buttoning up his jumpsuit.
“There, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased him.
The person now sitting before him seemed completely different to who walked in. More relaxed, witty, sarcastic, and funny.
“You are the worst nurse...” he grumbled, but there’s a clear note of pleasure in his voice.
“Ohoho... You just love getting yourself in trouble, your majesty” you gave him a last tickle on side before standing up. “Now all you need is time to heal.”
Loki stares up at your, breathing heavily after your last tickling. He’s still trying to keep a straight face when he speaks but it’s impossible. He lets out a tiny breathless laugh, and he sits up fully, and his head just drops back into the couch in mild exhaustion. His breath speeds up a bit and the smile on his face turns into a wide, toothy grin.
“Yes, doctor” he smiled cockily.
“I’ll bring you a clean uniform so you can take a shower and freshen up.” You said as you walked to the door, “You should be a… large, given how tall you are…” you offered gently. “You rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it.”
The way your hospitality moved him was scary. But Loki’s temper just subdued.
“I... thank you...” he said, almost in a whisper, “for everything.”
You looked at him. And for a moment, Loki would’ve sworn something in your gaze faltered, it looked almost regretful. But it vanished to that warm inviting smile you had earlier.
“Welcome to the TVA” you smiled.
It had been a very interesting day, days? His invasion to the Earth had been foiled and he was just about to be taken for what seemed to be a likely execution in Asgard when the Tesseract landed on his feet and what seemed to be a perfect escape ended up in a whole new world of trouble.
Sacred-Timelines, Variants, a Time Police, Space Lizard Gods that decided the flow of time, no magic, his entire life being a failure, him being destined to die by Thanos hands had just been the opener. And another variant of him going after them making Loki their best shot at catching him... Norns, give him a break.
“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”
“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”
Mobius just laughed.
“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”
Loki just groaned as he followed him around the TVA facilities, as Mobius explained further how things worked. But by the time they arrived Loki realized how sore he really felt, all the adrenaline of the day’s event died down, making him realize how sore he was.
“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”
And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.
The room was pleasantly warm and illuminated in calid light, and warmly decorated, with a big red couch and two matching red cushioned footstools, a shiny wooden table with a bowl of candy, a water dispenser and cups with a handmade paper sign that said: «make yourself at home 😊». And a desk in one of the corners, that had a cabinet full of what seemed to be medicaments, bandages, and ointments. It almost didn’t look like a place of healing, but then again, nothing in this place made sense.
Loki sat on the couch, resting his feet on the footstool and the ambience of the place added up to his soreness made evident how exhausted he truly was. As much as he wanted to keep his guard up, he started to doze off.
He didn’t know how he was asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. He sat up straight with his feet on the floor as a figured stepped in the room wearing a black outfit and a white lab coat with the TVA logo on the sewn in the chest pocket and holding a folder of papers.
“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”
“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”
“Ah… I don’t know. 5, maybe 15 minutes? Sorry I kept you waiting, Mobius dropped you in the middle of my break” you apologized, looking through the documents. “So, I take it, you are who needed help...? Mobius said I was needed here.”
“Of course, he did” he huffed.
“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”
“You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.
“I would if I could, but I’m not high-ranked to see them myself…” you apologized politely. “Now, I’d normally say take a seat, but I see you already did so just, make yourself comfortable again.”
Loki didn’t move, his body still tense as he remained wary of your presence. You simply sat on the free footstool looking at him with patience.
“Okay, I uh… I’m ashamed to admit I checked your file to try finding where you could you be injured,” you admitted, “but I think it’s better just asking so… does it hurt anywhere?”
Loki just chuckled ironically.
“No need for your pity.”
“Pity?” you chuckled, “Loki, it’s my job to care for others, that’s the TVA’s mission! If you want to get rid of me just help me help you and you’ll never have to deal with me again…”
Knowing that there was no point fighting he just sighed in defeat as he leaned back on the couch.
“Were doesn’t it hurt?” he joked.
“Right, your variance is after New York, it took you weeks to fully recover, twisted ankle, several cuts and big bruises all over, occasional broken ribs, I’m impressed you managed to wreak havoc in this state.” You explained, “But this… this is I have never seen.”
You reached to touch the bruise on his cheek, brushing lightly against his cheekbone.
“Ow! Stop that!” Loki protested at the touch. “This is not from New York! Your associate smacked me across the face when you stole me from the Timeline!”
“B-15 did this to you?!” you gasped in horror, “Oh she’s so gonna hear it from me when I see her! Look at this bruise!”
“I’m not sure what you expect from a punch that lasts half a minute” Loki protested.
“She slow-mo-ed you?” you smiled nervously, but his cold expression made it evident he had not found it half as amusing as you did. “Ahem, sorry.”
You stood up and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a couple of items, bandages, gauze, and a couple of bottles. And you returned to sit by his side, to make look at his face.
“Hold on a second, did you say occasional broken ribs? How does that work? Shouldn’t all wounds be the same?”
“Well… yes, and no…” you explained, “The body can react differently to the same kind of injury, like sometimes tripping down the stairs can bruise you, sometimes it won’t, creating minor variances, but not always enough to create a branch line, as long as they need keep with the flow of time. Unless the wound has a consequence, it’s not a variance, and you were locked up for a while to heal after this. And Asgardians are particularly resistant and heal on their own quite fast—”
“Then why am I here for?” he interrupted you.
“Well, I see no reason why we can’t give your body a little helping hand, or at least ease up the pain,” you offered “but I’m suspecting Mobius thought you could use a time out away from all of these, give you time to process everything.”
“Oh, so you and him are friends?” Loki scoffed. “You must be awfully close to let you stay here alone with me.”
“He’s a good friend, yes.” you admitted, “But this office is meant to be a safe space, everyone’s welcome if the need help. The infirmary is next door if your wounds were more severe.”
“So, what is this room?”
“A break room, to put it simply, but most of us come here to treat minor injuries, I usually help some of them” you shrugged. “That being said, I take it’d be alright if I checked for wounds? Given I’ll need you to open your jumpsuit and shirt.”
You waited patiently as Loki stared at you with curiosity, not completely following what was going on.
“You are allowed to call for an actual doctor or decline if you feel uncomfortable” you assured him.
“N-No... It’s” he licked his lips nervously, “It’s quite alright.”
He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and blue shirt, sliding the sleeves of his shirt as it uncovered down to his waist. Leaving his torso completely bare.
“Oh my...” you mumbled at the sight.
“What?” Loki asked amused, “enjoying the view?”
“I’m not gonna answer that,” you smiled, “we’re going off subject. Okay, I’ll start cleaning the open cuts, that good?”
“I suppose.”
You grabbed a little bottle and opened the cap, revealing a spray. Loki turned around so you could start with the wounds on his back.
“Okay, this is a sterilizer and disinfectant, it’ll clean the wounds, but it’s gonna sting” you warned him.
“Please, how bad can it AAAH!” he let out a yelp, arching his back and hissed in pain, it stung worse than he expected. “Careful!”
“I warned you it’d sting!” you smiled somewhat nervous, “I need you to be a bit tough for this.”
You began cleaning and disinfecting the wounds over his back. Loki winces through the pain. It does sting, but Loki bites his lip and remains silent, just watching you work. Your concern about him is making his defenses waver, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your intentions seem so pure and genuine.
By the time you finished cleaning the cuts on his back he had grown accustomed to the treatment. And when you gave gently taps with the gauze he started relaxing again.
“Asgardian resistance never ceases to amaze me” you complimented him. “I’m impressed Hulk didn’t roughen you up more.”
“You’ve seen that?” Loki said feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.
“Well… yeah…” you smiled at the sight of the flustered god. “You’re the most famous variant at the TVA, studying your life is kind of a requirement for the best Hunters, and to be just a decent Analyst.”
“Great” Loki groaned.
While you moved to treat the cuts up his arm, your finger stroked his bicep making him jolt. He pulled back his arm, causing you looking at him confusedly for a few moments. You just stayed in silent for a couple of seconds when a scaringly mischievous smile.
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”
“Nonsense, I’m not-”
“Loki...” you cut him off with a teasy grin, “Yeah you are.”
Loki just grumbled.
“How do you know—?”
“I’m an Analyst, and even if a Loki variant wasn’t our top priority, and like I said, studying your life is kind of a requirement to be just a decent Analyst.”
“Oh, and you’re a decent one?” he mocked you.
“I’d like to think so” you just smiled back, clearly unphased. “Where else does it hurt?”
Loki thought for a moment, despite he felt way worse earlier, even right now there wasn’t a single inch of his body that wasn’t sore.
“Everywhere…?” you asked gently.
“That’s… correct…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch, groaning in pain.
You reach to try and get a look on Loki’s torso, stopping with your hands above his abdomen.
“Would it be okay if I check?” you asked, tilting your head to point at him “I mean, I have to check you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
This was a huge contrast from everyone else he had talked to in the TVA, everyone had been at least rude, manipulative, or cruel and straight up life-threatening at some point. But at most you had teased him, you seemed genuinely wanting to help, and for some unknown, unexplained reason didn’t feel threatened by you at all.
Loki hesitated, and then nodded. He moves over so you can reach all of his wounds.
“You should know that being touched by someone else is not an experience I give just anyone, but it is preferable to remaining injured.” He says, a bit of vulnerability creeps into Loki’s voice, a rare sight. “Do what you must, please.”
“Okay,” you smiled at him, “thank you for the trust.”
That last comment stirred up something within him, did he trust you? He had just met you but being thanked for it was oddly pleasant.
“Does it hurt particularity bad here?” you asked, prodding, and poking around, gently squeezing his sides and ribs.
Loki flinches at the prodding and poking but holds still. He’s clearly nervous about your actions, and his hands are tight fists in his lap.
“N-No…” he stuttered through gritted teeth.
Which would’ve been concerning had it not been fore the smile crawling up his lips.
“I guess that discards broken ribs” you smiled, biting back the urge to tease him.
“I take it I’m not as much as an odd variant?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “Well, that’s a pity… I thought I was special.”
“Not special? I strongly differ. Asgardian speed to heal never ceases to amaze me, I mean look at this! A blast from Tony Stark’s repulsors, a fight with Thor, an explosive arrow from a flying vehicle, and Hulk just whacking you around like a ragdoll” you said excitedly. “And look, almost every sever injury is already healed on its own! It’s almost as if your body knows what to heal first based on how critical the injure is!”
You kept pressing, squeezing, and poking Loki around, fully fascinated pointing out how healthy he seemed, only making Loki flinch more, sometimes with pain, sometimes with what felt like tickles. He did his best to keep his composure but sooner than he realizes it, he is taking in a few quick, shallow breaths, biting back to stop himself from laughing.
You chuckle softly, standing up to grab something from the cabinet on the corner.
“So, being super ticklish is a Loki thing, huh?” you grinned, almost as if you were not trying to tease him at all, “Sorry, I’ve never been so close to a Loki before, this is a fascinating opportunity!”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, usually the variants aren’t here for long…” you said sadly, “And I’m sad to say I’ve never been assigned to a case involving you so… Never got the chance to study the god of mischief firsthand…”
Under normal circumstances, Loki would have teased you, flirted with you just for the sake of embarrassing you, or just mocked you. But nothing of this situation was normal.
“How come?” Loki asked.
“Well… Loki variants are high rank cases,” you admitted “and it’s very had to climb your way to the top without leverage given there’s not much growth opportunity in here… So, I am assigned to safer cases… It’s good, but… there’s no… excitement…”
Then something clicked, the reason why Loki was sent to the break room and not the infirmary, why you treated his wounds rather than a doctor, why Mobius sent you to him, proving you could manage being with a Loki could help you rise through ranks. If you realized this as well, you didn’t show, you just seemed to focus on treating his wounds and studying.
“That sounds boring” Loki pointed out.
“It’s not so b… Aaah… No, boring is the right word!” you said with a newfound anger, “Do you know how few of us Analysts get to go into the field like Mobius and see the universe, while the rest of us are stuck here learning through document and video files?!”
“Look at the little mouse” Loki snickered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?” you complained.
“No, I would cause mischief and find a way out” Loki retorted with a cocky smirk. “Not that a goody-goody like you would know how...”
Loki smiled at the indignant look on your face as you returned to sit next to him. You huffed as you unscrewed the lid of tiny jar on your hands. As soon the lid came off, he got smacked in the face by the disgusting smell and his smiled disappeared.
“I’m gonna rub this on your bruises, it should help them heal faster, but it’s a bit smelly” you warned him to help him relax. But then a devilish smile appeared in your lips, “...although I doubt that will be the least of your concerns.”
Loki’s face takes on a look of mild panic as you grab the ointment. His breath quickens again, and his heart starts to beat quicker. Loki’s fingers wrap around the arm rest of the couch, clutching the cloth.
“I... N-no. I... don’t... Please don’t...” Loki tried reasoning with you, on the cusp of a nervous fit as he speaks.
“Don’t be a baby,” you smiled amusedly “it’s for your own good!”
You then proceed to gently rub circles the ointment in a bruise on his belly. Loki’s breath hitches. His body goes rigid as the ointment touches him. Loki is silent for a moment, until he lets out a tiny, surprised squeak. His cheeks look like tomatoes.
“You know, I’m considering staying here to tickle you for a while” you smiled as his giggling kept further slipping through his mouth.
“Y-y-y-you are awful!” he accuses you, though he has playful tone, rather than an offensive one.
Maybe this whole Time Variance Authority pantomime really was fun... just a little bit.
“I know, I know” you roll your eyes in amusement, “just take it like a big boy, you’re still badly bruised.”
You look up at him for a moment and smiles at his red faces and how poorly his containing his reactions.
“You can laugh you know? I won’t get mad at you as long as you let me patch you up” you mocked him, moving on to the next spot.
That teasy reassurance broke him. Maybe he found it funny, maybe it was that the new spot was below a particularly sensitive rib, or maybe he really wanted to take that opportunity to not have a lung bursting due to held back laughter. But the damn broke.
He lets out a small chuckle, just as you begin rubbing the ointment along another bruise. Loki’s body is again rigid, and he lets out a sharp breath as he does a final desperate attempt to keep himself together. But it proved too much, and he burst into bright bubbly laughter.
“Wahahait! Nohohot there!” he cackled.
The smile on your face grew bigger at his dorky laugh.
“Is that a smile?” you teased him “Is this all that takes to make the God of Mischief laugh, a few tickles?”
“You are a terrible nurse!” he cried, laughing a bit in spite of himself. “Thihihihihis is cruel!
“Wow, I knew being a drama king was just hard coded into you but... That was uncalled for, if I were a bad nurse, I’d do this—” You giggle as you use your other hand to tickle his armpit.
Loki jumped at the contact and let out an adorable yet incredibly undignified squeak. As he doubled over in laughter.
“AHHH! No! No! S-s-stop!” he squealed, “Stohohohohop!”
Loki tried to fight against his body’s response, but ever since he was a child his entire body collapsed when he was tickled, leaving him a maniac laughing mess, and perhaps… perhaps, he was having fun and he couldn’t stay serious even if he wanted to. He just collapsed against the couch laughing.
He probably couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled him, but he even then the list wasn’t longer than his brother and his parents when he was very little. And when said parents are both royalty and gods… well, the list pretty much reduced to Thor.
And deep down, he missed it, after all that had been happening. This silly thing was the most relaxing thing he’d experienced in a while. It made him feel… playful.
“Imagine how much faster New York would’ve been if the Avenger had just ti— EEEEK! Lohohohoki!”
Before you could finish that sentence, Loki had latched onto your sides and he squeezed, making you burst into giggles.
“I’m sorry little Analyst, that’s what you get for underestimating the God of Mis— ehehehe hehey!”
And almost as if you weren’t two adults in the office of a universal scale organization you had unleashed a tickle fight just like any pair of children in a playfield.
“Gihihive up Loki, Ihihihi know ahahahall your tickle spots” you giggled you kneaded his hipbones, making him holler.
“Dohohon’t be so suhuhure! Ihihi I’m stihihihihill stronger thahahan youhuhu!” he cried, pinching over your ribs.
“Dohohoho our worst!” you squealed defiantly.
“Ohoho... I intend to” Loki chuckled, as he pulled you to his lap so he could claw and wiggle his fingers against your stomach.
“Ehehe— hey!” you whined, kicking your legs as he tickled you. “Stohohop it!”
“Mmm, no I don’t feel like stopping” Loki purred against your ear. “Maybe I’ll tickle you until you go mad.”
“Ohoho yeah?!” you laughed as you used the closeness to squeeze his kneecap.
He barked out a laugh as you had gone to attack his legs, squeezing his knees, or scribbling your fingers underneath them. It made him want to just surrender, but a stubborn one he was, and it made him double over on effort. Poking and prodding all over your torso trying to find a bad spot.
And it made you laugh for sure, but not stop you. His damn prisoner jumpsuit was still wide open, exposing his stomach for your fingernails to gently scratch all over it.
“Stohohohop thahahat or I— Ahahaha w-wait wahahahait!” he laughed.
Being objective, it made it an even fight, you were in your element, based on your performance you probably knew every ticklish spot on his body and your clothes were more protection that his while he despite having the strength wasn’t used to any of not having his magic, or this place, so he just clumsily tried fight back.
“Cuhuhut it ouhuhut!” you squeaked.
“You cuhuhut it out!” he complained as he wiggled his fingers against your sides, drilling his fingers against them.
It proved more effective because your squirming became more violent. And before he noticed you had both tumbled down to the floor. Despite that indirectly announced the end of that, the absurdity of the whole situation was enough to make you both laugh again.
“Alright, alright, that was fun, but I really need you to let me finish patching you up” you scolded him playfully as you helped him to his feet.
“Fine” he smiled, as he sat back on the couch “I must admit, I didn’t expect anyone here to know the meaning of fun.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes, not dignifying that with a response.
“I’ll be careful to try tickling you the least possible” you offered.
You refocused on rubbing the ointment on his bruises, which still very much tickled but not intentionally. Loki kept laughing and smiling with barely any restraint now. But in your defense, you had kept your word and it was bearable enough to keep a conversation with only an interrupting gasp or snicker here and there. He even complied rolling the pants’ leg to treat the most of his injuries from his ankles and legs.
You kept chatting with him, at first trying to make small talk, asking him about basic stuff like his thoughts on the building and dull topics, that sooner than later turned to events on Loki’s life. Going on about his sabotaging acts against humanity throughout history.
“… Okay, okay! But how did you keep convincing Switzerland to keep invading Liechtenstein?”
“Simple darling,” he bragged, “give them a —ehehe— give them enough time to forget, and make soldier get lost– hehe... enough.”
“But out of all the Realms what did you have against earth?” you chuckled. “You seemed to always pick on them quite a lot.”
“Surely you’d do the same to the planet the popularized the myth that you screwed a horse” Loki excused himself.
“Aww, no they didn’t” you grinned, “the horse did you, or should I remind who was the mother?”
Loki let out an undignified gasp as you burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s low, even for a time bureaucrat” Loki said, with a smile he found himself incapable of suppressing.
He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he actually liked this side of you, you seemed much less stiff than when you arrived, and… it was cute. Your nose scrunched up and your shoulders bounced at the pace of that stupidly self-satisfied laugh.
Who knows how long you two went on like this, often forgetting that you were here to cure him and just immersing in the conversation. And still… before he noticed, you had finished and were buttoning up his jumpsuit.
“There, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased him.
The person now sitting before him seemed completely different to who walked in. More relaxed, witty, sarcastic, and funny.
“You are the worst nurse...” he grumbled, but there’s a clear note of pleasure in his voice.
“Ohoho... You just love getting yourself in trouble, your majesty” you gave him a last tickle on side before standing up. “Now all you need is time to heal.”
Loki stares up at your, breathing heavily after your last tickling. He’s still trying to keep a straight face when he speaks but it’s impossible. He lets out a tiny breathless laugh, and he sits up fully, and his head just drops back into the couch in mild exhaustion. His breath speeds up a bit and the smile on his face turns into a wide, toothy grin.
“Yes, doctor” he smiled cockily.
“I’ll bring you a clean uniform so you can take a shower and freshen up.” You said as you walked to the door, “You should be a… large, given how tall you are…” you offered gently. “You rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it.”
The way your hospitality moved him was scary. But Loki’s temper just subdued.
“I... thank you...” he said, almost in a whisper, “for everything.”
You looked at him. And for a moment, Loki would’ve sworn something in your gaze faltered, it looked almost regretful. But it vanished to that warm inviting smile you had earlier.
“Welcome to the TVA” you smiled.
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Can't stop thinking about Grease: ROTPL as always and I need to talk about it (again, I know) so here are my predictions I guess. SPOILERS!! PART 2
These are my predictions from trailers and pictures so I'm so excited to discover everything!!!
So let's talk about Cynthia and Shy Guy. I've seen videos of Ari with shorter hair and I've seen them with that haircut wearing the pink jacket AND a black jacket. I know, I've talked about Cynthia a few times already and I need y'all to know that I'm still happily confused and I'm gonna say what I've already said. Again. When Cynthia says the pledge at the fair, she still has her hairstyle of the season, so I don't think that she will say the pledge and then leave the Pink Ladies.
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That's why I think that this scene is from ep 10. Don't know how it's gonna happen but it looks like Cynthia is gonna get Richie's jacket. I'm sorry but it's definitely his... And remember the first episode when he says to her "I'll give you mine", yeah, that screams foreshadowing!! Honestly, I hate it even if I get it, I hate it, I'm not going to lie. I need Richie to be a T-Bird forever and to stay the leader of the pack so bad. Maybe I'm wrong but like I said, it is HIS JACKET. But the thing is that I don't know if she's gonna stay a T-Bird. I feel like she's gonna stay a Pink Lady because if she cuts her hair after getting the T-Bird jacket why Ari would wear the pink jacket with the same haircut? I DON'T KNOW GUYS, I'M SO CONFUSED 😂
Now, Shy Guy. Aww, baby boy, I know they call him Shy Guy for a reason but I hope that we'll get to see more of him in the next 4 episodes and I feel like this scene is gonna be big and maybe will turn into a song? They will probably talk about his feelings for Cynthia and maybe more.
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I think I've said everything that I had in mind but here's a few more scenes that I'm excited to see.
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THAT KISS!! AAAH, I'M SO EXCITED!!! I've read a few comments on TikTok talking about a second kiss in another ad, HELLO?!? Okay, I need to calm down.
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This shot has some "Beauty School Dropout" vibes and I'm so curious.
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LOOK AT THESE TWO BEAUTIES WEARING MATCHING OUTFITS 😭😭
I'm so excited to see ALL the couples evolved and I better get a season 2 to see more of them. Honestly, as a big fan of Grease and Grease 2 (I will never mention that live that they did, sorry not sorry), I didn't know that I needed this show so bad in my life and it better stays in my life for at least two more seasons. DO YOU HEAR ME UNIVERSE?!
Don't hesitate to come talk to me about this show 😊
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sumersprkl · 1 year
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Hi Ouran High School Host Club fandom, I’ve finally finished watching your show that’s been over for decades, and I’m bringing you more of my headcanons. Namely, Forever-Closeted Transfem Enby Kyoya Ootori.
HEAR ME OUT.
1. He doesn’t seem super attached to the idea of masculinity.
Kyoya doesn’t go to any lengths to prove he is masculine, and it seems to me like he wouldn’t care at all whether he was seen as a man or not, save for the fact that being seen as a man will benefit him financially and in his quest for his father’s approval. Now, you could absolutely read this as Kyoya being agender. I completely understand that, I’ve gotten that vibe off of him in the past as well, but it’s not how I want to read it for this headcanon.
2. He lets Tamaki and the Host Club dress him up.
Kyoya hardly ever sees customers himself. Usually, if he’s seen speaking to guests at the Host Club, it’s to sell them something specific, rather than to serve them as a host. If he’s just there in a support role rather than a host role, why would he need to dress up to fit the theme? Renge, the manager, very rarely dresses herself up to match the hosts. Therefore, some part of him must enjoy the act of dressing up, for reasons other than keeping up appearances as a member of the Ootori family. Dressing up in silly outfits is often considered a feminine activity, and it doesn’t seem like it’s one that Kyoya’s father approves of, and yet Kyoya engages in it, by choice, anyway.
3. He has a fascination with people who cross the gender line.
Kyoya is the first one to catch on that Haruhi is not actually a boy in the very first episode, and yet it seems like (at least for the first few episodes) he is the one who is MOST committed to making sure Haruhi stays in the club. (He expresses this desire to keep her in the club mostly through holding her debt over her head and manipulating the other club members into wanting to keep her, because he’s Kyoya, but it’s pretty clear to me he wants her there.)
Also, Kyoya goes out of his way to establish contact with Ranka, and becomes friends with him (I’m using he/him pronouns for Ranka because he doesn’t seem to object to them in canon and they’re what his daughter uses for him), months before any of the other hosts even think to wonder about Haruhi’s home life. Kyoya seems to genuinely like Ranka, and calls him a “beautiful soul” (I think that’s what the line was, I don’t have the episode up in front of me).
4. When Tamaki comes up with the idea to dress in drag to keep Haruhi from transferring to Lobelia, not only does Kyoya do it, he looks better than the entire rest of the club.
Even though it is an extremely stupid idea, Kyoya goes along with it when Tamaki wants everybody to do drag to “show Haruhi that she can get female comradery at Ouran” (or whatever). You could read this as Kyoya being desperate enough to keep Haruhi in the club that he would try anything; or you could see it as an overabundance of faith in Tamaki’s extremely stupid ideas, which have usually worked out for Kyoya in the past; but that’s not how I want to read it for this headcanon.
For their drag outfits, everybody else in the club either goes extremely over the top with their hair, makeup, and clothes (Tamaki, the twins, Honey), proving that they consider this a performance; or they do the bare minimum and only wear the outfit without doing any hair or makeup (Mori), proving that they don’t care about looking feminine enough to put in the effort. Kyoya, however, has on a dress in a color that suits him perfectly, a beautiful ponytail hairpiece, and lighter, more natural-looking makeup. Out of all of them, Kyoya puts in the most effort into looking like a girl, rather than dressing up like one.
There you have it. That’s my evidence for transfem enby Kyoya. Now what am I gonna do with this information? The same thing Kyoya would do if he ever put all of this together: absolutely nothing. There’s no way he’d want to give up the advantages of being seen as a man in the business world, and it doesn’t seem like his father would ever even consider handing his company down to his sister, so there’s no way he’d risk losing what he’s built just to change something as unimportant as his outward gender presentation.
...He could maybe get away with growing his hair out, though. If he argues that he’s going for a more traditional Japanese male look that breaks away from Western influences.
EDIT: Can y’all BELIEVE that I forgot to include that he lets Tamaki call him Mommy?
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Riverdale S7 E 15 (Chapter 132) Miss Teen Riverdale
Betty’s idea about giving a forum to the young women of her high school to air their grievances was a huge hit immediately, as we saw at the end of the last episode. The first letter she gets is from Veronica. We know it’s from her, but Betty doesn’t immediately scream “Oh this is Veronica!” even though Veronica basically outs herself wholesale: “I’m sick of living in a world that doesn’t take me seriously as a young business woman.” Who else talks like this or thinks like this or runs her own business in the entire high school? Nobody but V. Lodge! However, Veronica says she can’t open a checking account and I’m confused because then how does she own things? What? Also, I do understand that this is supposed to go towards women not having access to full adulthood by being denied participation in financial life, but nobody should ever take a high school student seriously as a business person. This… is not… a real problem.
Toni also outs herself in her letter: “I’m Black, I’m bold, I’m beautiful” and wants to be celebrated for those things. The only other black girl who gets to talk in Riverdale High School, Tabitha, is out of town and has been for weeks (months). First, I don’t understand why Toni doesn’t have any sort of feminist/ gender consciousness. If she’s presented as so smart, why is she dumb enough to want to fuck with fashion magazines of all things? I thought she was so off the beaten path? Secondly, she keeps pretending that her real issue is racial justice but she does not give two hoots. What she wants is to be celebrated not for being Black, which is a political stance and a still (sadly) radical one, but celebrated for being pretty, which has never not happened in the history of men objectifying women. You see, I think Toni’s real problem isn’t that Black women are not yet, in 1950, a large enough spending demographic for glossy magazine advertisers to target via fashion magazines. It’s that she’s decided to be the prettiest of the Beats or the Outsiders or whatever, but actually that she is super square and super mainstream and very very boring. What she wants is to be a cheerleader, and thought just as hot as a blonde cheerleader. She’s a stolidly normcore provincial pretty girl pretending to be an outsider. In short, being Black was and remains the main framework of oppression and injustice for millions, but it is NOT TONI’S ACTUAL ISSUE.
Cheryl, being in the closet, manages to actually not out herself except in her very formal way of writing “forever worried that I will reveal myself.” She posted this letter - in an abundance of caution - from the post box downtown when she was on a fake heterodate with Kevin. She is wearing a marvelous outfit. Navy coat with red collar, and perfectly matched red leather gloves and patent leather red handbag which has a very very 2023 fashionable shape (it looks almost exactly like Prada’s reissue of the 1990s bags, and I suppose if we posit a 25 year fashion cycle, these bag shapes and materials really were de rigeur in the 50s??). OK so this really is a problem. Cheryl is the first girl with a real problem here. Her dad and mom are psycho, and she’s gay.
Next up is the pregnant Midge, who - pardon the pun - has the mother of all problems. She’s pregnant, inexplicably determined to keep the baby and marry Fangs and also has not told her parents about this. I’m so sorry, but Midge is so dumb. I’m shocked that she knows the word “stigmatizes” and also apparently how it’s spelled.
Evelyn is so annoyed at the poster that was shoved into her locker that she sends Betty the first hatemail. “Should I say Little Miss Busybody? What makes you think that you have all the answers anyhoo?” She is not wrong. She is not wrong! Why is this show making me agree with goddam Evil-Lyn Forever-Never. Also sidebar to gush that the cream sweater navy skirt 1950s cheerleader uniform, worn with the bright red lipstick everyone sports, is SO FLATTERING on all of them. I wonder if some lucky souls nabbed one of these at the Riverdale going-out-of-business sale.
Then comes Ethel. Ethel is sketching a long legged thin woman with a tiny waist, wearing a swimsuit and sash. She says that she’s finding it difficult to be grateful because she’s surrounded by beautiful people and the world “constantly reminds her” that she’s not. Betty, looking not coincidentally exactly like the imaginary beauty queen Ethel is sketching, arrives just in time to see it. She says, “That’s a beautiful sketch.”
It turns out it’s not for art class, but for the sign up sheet for Miss Riverdale Teen Queen Pageant. The person who conveys this information is Alice Cooper. The very strange echoing of clothing that’s going on between Ethel and Alice in this scene creeps me out. Ethel is wearing a yellow inner top that matches the gold-ish tone of the Cooper sofa, and over that, an unadorned magenta cardigan. Standing right behind her, Alice is wearing a blue inner dress or top, and the exact same shade of magenta cardigan, except hers is bedazzled all down the front.
Ethel is so polite. She says that Alice has ‘asked her’ to be the assistant for the pageant (instead of, you know, made it clear that Ethel is in no position to refuse Alice Cooper anything if she doesn’t want to be sent back to the 19th century insane asylum). Betty finds the entire affair an “embarrassing cattle call” but Alice is extremely proud that it’s going to be broadcast live on national tv from the RIVW studios. Betty is not interested in participating, even though Alice lays it on very thick, saying it’s “glorious, and wholesome, and all-American.” She tries to manipulate Betty into participating by dangling the prizes - a new car, Hollywood screen test, or a scholarship.
OK that last one is huge. I mean the US college tuition inflation has been extraordinary, but this is from a Time Magazine article I just googled: At the University of Pennsylvania, students were charged $600 in 1950 (nearly $6,000 today) (This article is from 2016, and $6,000 in 2016 has the same "purchasing power" or "buying power" as $7,642.05 in 2023). $30,000 is not anything to sneeze at!
Betty is very enticed by this scholarship money, as Alice knew she would be. Apparently this is the first time this particular pageant is giving an actual scholarship. Riverdale is 10 years behind Miss America, by the way, which made itself a scholarship program in 1945.
While Betty is thinking about it, Ethel is trying to hide her bitterness at Alice’s assumption that she wouldn’t even want to try out.
At school, Betty runs into Veronica giving a speech to the other girls about how Edith Head wants to design something for her to wear that would be perfect for the pageant. What is it with Veronica insisting that these very ancient people born at the end of the 19th century (Edith Head was born 1896, a few years after Cole Porter) are all about Veronica Lodge. Is there a chance she’s lying? I mean, that song that she sang with Betty which she insisted was written by Cole Porter didn’t sound like his style whatsoever. Betty is very disapproving, but Veronica says that if she won a beauty pageant it would be great publicity for her movie theater business. It’s a business decision.
Her saying this doesn’t seem to ring any bells for Betty in terms of the letters she’s read, but maybe she’s fixated on the one singular hate mail she got, which okay, fair.
Betty says that the pageant objectifies girls. Cheryl is very defensive of this pageant, so she attacks Betty. She brings up the fact that Betty flashed Archie from her bedroom that one time and also that Betty flashed her underpants on live television. This is very interesting though, that Betty outwardly pushes back against her mother while Cheryl appears to defend the family against any and all attacks (while insisting on being herself to much higher risk of peril).
Anyway, Veronica agrees that pageants are objectifying to women but since she “loves being beautiful” she enjoys participating in a game that she can win. Cheryl rolls her eyes at hearing her say this as Veronica leads the way to the In Group Sofa. Ahead of her is Midge and behind her is Toni, who is wearing a really very odd outfit. All the other girls are covered up right to the collarbone but Toni is wearing a super low cut, like, barely covering her nipples low-cut, top with extremely thin spaghetti straps. She looks like she forgot to put on a shirt. Veronica’s logic gets very very twisted up. Even though she is going to be participating in a pageant in which “old fuddy duddies will decide” - this is literally what a pageant is - she says that in the end, she “decides if I’m beautiful or not. And I am, as are we all.”
This is something I find myself between a rock and a hard place about. In my country & culture (I’m not born or raised in America, I just sound like I am, because cultural softpower of the US is immense) there is no such thing as ‘we are all beautiful.’ Exactly one type of body is beautiful, exactly one shape of face is beautiful, and they will tell you down to the last cm and kg what beautiful is, and you can see how far you are from beautiful using the metric. The inability to meet this standard means all sorts of indignities happen to you, ranging from people being mean and dismissive of you all the way to being unemployable regardless of your qualifications. This sucks.
HOWEVER, this same shit is reported to exist in the US (fat women are underpaid by factors more than thin women are, even though all women still lose vis a vis comparison to men doing the same work) but the American cultural norm is to tell this stupid fucking lie about it, which I find insulting to my intelligence. Every time I hear this idiotic “we are all beautiful” bullshit I want to holler NO I’M NOT AND FUCK YOU FOR LYING.
If you aren’t the ideal, I think it’s just more efficient to know you’re not and flunk out of that race and do something else with your time. This is our way. The American way is to keep insisting that being beautiful is essential to being allowed to exist as a woman, which I find truly offensive.
Plus, it’s only standard issue pretty girls who are thin (like Veronica Lodge and the actress that plays her) that say bullshit like this. Are all men tall? Do all men have good hair? No, right? So it can’t be true that all women are beautiful.
Now, in the context of the show, Veronica is saying this to Betty, Toni, Cheryl and Midge, who all of them have perfect skin, lovely hair, symmetrical faces,perfect teeth, huge doe eyes and very narrow waisted shapely figures soooooo - Veronica is correct that “we all” are beautiful if you limit it to these five people.
And this is the point at which I started to truly, deeply, genuinely despise this episode. I hate this even more than the very strange Racism Against Koreans is Bad episode with Reggie.
Veronica says that the way to subvert the girl-on-girl implicit violence of a beauty pageant is for all the participants to stick together and ‘support’ each other.
No it isn’t. This is just reinforcing toxic femininity in the American style where women are never allowed to actually openly compete and show actual human feelings like aggression, power-hunger, the urge to dominate, disappointment or anger.
Toni of course is all about hypocrisy. Betty is shocked that Toni is going to participate because unlike me she believes Toni’s hype about herself. There is something VERY INSIDIOUS going on with Toni’s character hideousness this season. I hate it so much. I know that ‘playing the race card’ is a racist tool specifically designed to prevent racial minorities in the US from bringing up any topic which might lead to their being given fair compensation and recognition. The thing is, Riverdale the show keeps having Toni actually use ‘the race card’ over and over. Riverdale thinks playing the race card is a real thing for black women. The stupidly reductive thinking seems to be that if you’re a ‘real’ black woman who ‘really’ cares about racial injustice you should just disappear from white society like Tabitha Tate and deal with the problem of wrangling the ‘really bad’ white people who are elsewhere, not here. If you choose to continue your education and not place yourself in mortal danger all the time, then you forfeit your right to bring up racial prejudice unless you’re a ‘race card player’ like Toni. Toni just wants to do what she wants to do - indulge in her inner square that wants to wear ball gowns and have the other squares smile at her and call her pretty - but she will stick some racial element (“This is the first year this pageant is integrated” but see also, “I am the first black cheerleader”) as justification.
The only two with rights about this ar Cheryl and Midge. Cheryl says very simply that she has to compete because her family sponsors the pageant. Casually, she drops the fact that she wins every year. It made me wonder if this is why Betty is truly not interested - she’s not any more interested in playing a game she can’t win than Veronica, and she has insider information to know that it’s more likely to be Cheryl than anyone else. But see, at least Cheryl’s answer is honest, both to herself and to others. High marks.
Midge later tells a concerned Fangs that the reason SHE is participating is because she just wants to do something silly and lighthearted, where she gets to be a mainstream one-of-the-girls before her pregnancy is inevitably revealed.
Veronica comes to find Betty later in the locker room to finally come honest. She wants one of those prizes - for Veronica it’s a toss up between the car and the scholarship (I’m pretty sure she’s had her Hollywood screen test). That’s why she’s participating. She openly admits that she was bullshitting the other girls. She only tells Betty what her real intentions are. Then she asks Betty if she isn’t deeply tempted by the scholarship - the ability to pay for college.
Sidebar - a 4 year full expenses paid scholarship, which is what Veronica seems to think the prize is, is massively more powerful an incentive than the actual prize given to the Miss America winner in 2021. She would’ve gotten $100,00, which would cover literally 1 year and some change at Yale University which costs $88K a year minimum, all in.
Of course, Betty is extremely tempted. In the direct antithesis of a Cheryl slow-mo walk down the hall, which are usually to express Cheryl in a really great, world-conquering mood, Betty does a nervous, worried slow-mo walk full of hesitation towards the sign up sheet immediately after. She signs her name right under Veronica’s.
In the kitchen of the Cooper house, Alice needles Betty about having signed up after all. She interrogates Betty, wanting to know if Betty plans to win and then pull off some stunt (“pull down the temple”). When Betty says she genuinely wants the scholarship money for college, Alice scoffs at her, telling her that she could probably earn an academic scholarship. Alice wants Betty to not go to college, which makes this Alice consistent with the Alice of the OG timeline. And this is how you know Betty is not going to get the scholarship money - Alice is involved.
Alice reminds Betty that she won the pageant one year, calling it a major highlight of her life, before she reveals that she had a dream of a career as a stewardess, which she gave up as soon as she married her husband and had two kids in short order. Betty is so nice - she wishes that the dream could’ve come true for Alice. But of course, Alice always has to puncture any kind gesture by Betty by bringing on the bad news: The pageant is not a one-and-done event. It requires spending a huge amount of time with Alice as she makes the participants ‘rehearse’ for the pageant. Betty is deeply aggrieved by this news. Too bad there wasn’t any fine print on that poster Ethel drew up.
All the participants in the pageant are walking in a circle with a book on each of their heads to give them better posture. Apparently this is going to be a two hours-long ordeal - Alice orders “one more hour of posture work.” Alice sounds absolutely deranged as she lists out the femininity checklist for all the things the girls are supposed to aspire to be. Toni, even though she’s participating just as obediently as all the other sheep, pretends to be above it all and makes a little self satisfied joke about how she’s proud of her “shapely backside.” Evelyn calls her “Greaser Garbage” to which Toni shoots back “Preppy Troll.” I’m with Evelyn. Shut up, Toni.
In the corner is poor Ethel, who is so humiliated at being disregarded that she has a full on hallucination. She imagines herself as having won the pageant. And it turns out her parents are still alive! Ethel also wants her paintings - not comic book work - to be hanging in a gallery or a museum. And voila - her self portrait is at the Guggenheim!
(By the way, I’m reading The History of Art Without Men and this is history -accurate. Many of the earliest Renaissance women painters’ most famous works are their self portraits at first, because that was a permissibly feminine topic and you could just look at yourself in the mirror so it wasn’t a disadvantage you weren’t allowed to learn anatomy). The final thing that Ethel wants in this perfect night to start the rest of her perfect life fantasy is to have Jughead Jones be her boyfriend. (“Just the ginchiest” is what she says.) Alice thinks that this is a terrible choice, because Miss Riverdale Teen Queen as the pick of the litter and Jughead is substandard. (I mean. I love Jughead Jones but he kind of is - and especially in this universe. He was last seen flipping his shit about milk.) Jughead comes up to the stage in a suit with a bowtie, tells Ethel she’s always been his best gal, and gives her a little peck on the cheek.
I WAS ROBBED.
I suppose 1950s and on live tv and her lipstick can’t be messed with and all that but I AM ROBBED.
Ethel deserves to fuck Jughead Jones’ brains out just the one time to get this fixation out of her system. She’s so much cooler and more talented than he is.
I am very discomfited by the way that the way Ethel is being treated by Alice is both accurate to life (if you are a child that all the adults around know you have no other adult advocate, you tend to get fucked over) and yet extremely annoying because Ethel is and always has been so interesting and so shafted all the time and this is more of the same.
Alice treats this orphan exactly like a hired servant - “I hope you did the thing?” is such a nasty way of giving a work instruction, and she’s making Ethel do all this for FREE.
The appointment that Ethel was supposed to have made is at Mary Andrews’ dress shop, which is called Perky Peach. I mean it says “Perky IN Peach” but from afar it will look like PERKY PEACH. “Shop for Ladies and their Daughters.”
While the young girls are all standing silent like mannequins in a circle, Alice and Mary chitchat “back in the day” when they competed for Miss Teen Queen. They are both wearing flower patterns (Alice, tight-ass ones, Mary, blowsy ones) but the girls are all in single colors. Red for Cheryl, purple for Veronica, Toni in emerald, Evelyn in maroon, Betty in hot pink, Midge in blue.
Mary and Alice start out pretending they don’t hate each other. Alice tells Mary that she always “gave me a run for my money” to which Mary concedes that Alices always won. They sound like they’re joking but they’re not, and Betty is the only one who picks up on the fact that these are the first shot of a battle to come. Mary says she thought being Miss Teen Queen might have been “a stepping stone to doing something important with my life, like… being the First Lady.” As in - Alice may have won this crown every single year of high school, but she has *not* done anything at all important with her life. Alice picks up on it immediately, saying that there’s “nothing more important than being a wife and mother.” This is an aggressive thing to say to a woman whose husband is dead and so she can’t be a wife to him for one, and for another, Mary owns a business and Alice doesn’t. Alice also has more than one child too. Mary pivots to say that she thinks these girls of the new generation can do “anything that they want.” Which indicates that she didn’t actually WANT to be either a wife or a mother or perhaps even a dress-maker.
Veronica, who doesn’t really fight other women, seems not to understand that the old biddies are actually fighting, so she suddenly pipes up to ask the group if they think there will ever be a female president. (FYI, Hilary Clinton was born 1947, Geraldine Ferraro was born 1935, Sara Palin and Kamala Harris in 1964).
Evelyn is (of course) immediately repulsed by the idea but see, I like how she puts it. She just says it outright: “I wouldn’t vote for a woman.” I like this better than coming up with some stupid statement about why women can’t do the job or whatever. Just own your misogyny.
Toni, of course, doesn’t really care about women but she also can’t stand it when she isn’t the one who started a social issues conversation so she brings up an entirely different topic when she says, “Or a black president for that matter?” She does tack on man or woman but then it just makes things unclear what the hell they’re talking about thereafter -The Civil Rights Act was in 1964 and women in the US could not open bank accounts on their own until l1974.
Betty is the most optimistic of everyone and *almost* correct - she says (from the context) that she thinks there can be a black woman president within her lifetime. President Obama aside, since Betty was born in 1938, she would’ve been 83 when Kamala Harris became a female, black and asian Vice President in 2021. Cheryl clearly thinks that there would have to be seismic changes in society for either scenario - a black president, a woman president, a black woman president - to be possible.
Alice doesn’t like where this conversation is going because being political is not good for ratings on her beauty pageant, so she comes bearing down on Mary to say that it’s “important to manage expectations.” It’s just for a second, but Mary sneers directly at her even as she says “Of course,” to keep up a united front of adults against the girls.
This entire time however, Ethel has been kneeling at Betty’s feet pinning Betty’s dress.
Mary said at the start of the segment “Look at all these gorgeous girls,” but she didn’t mean Ethel. Ethel was left out of both gorgeous and girls and nobody noticed except Ethel. Because she was implicitly told off by Alice for not keeping the conversation on track, Mary takes it out on Ethel by suddenly remembering to issue an instruction to the charity case: “Can you make sure you pin Betty’s dress all the way around the hem?”
Alice is totally shit but so is Mary, no exception. Not even waiting for any sort of response from Ethel, Mary turns to one of the ‘gorgeous’ people who still counts as a girl - Midge - to ask how the fit is on her dress.
Ethel has a choice between a) homicide and b) tears, so she starts crying. I would d
too. What a horribly pitiful thing they’ve reduced by Ethel to, the one who can kill a man with her bare hands when she has to! Betty asks her if she’s crying, to which Ethel promises to “not get any tears on” her dress which just broke my heart. Betty though is a nice person in this universe, so she does care about Ethel, but she’s not very bright, which is why she asks Ethel WHAT THE MATTER IS. What the fuck do you THINK the matter is, Betty??
This is something Riverdale the show consistently does by the way. Betty has had immense difficulties in previous seasons - her mother was and is both insane and abusive - but she’s also privileged and very blinded by that privilege. As a consequence she has a sort of stupidity when it comes to even the most obvious kinds of empathy - like the situation that Ethel is in right now, forced to work as a slave seamstress for her classmates because she is living on charity in one of their homes. Her only other option is the insane asylum. I think this is why Betty stans are completely unable to cope with any criticism about Betty in any way whatsoever - not just because they’re stans, but because the show is very adamant that Betty for all her aspirations to goodness is actually very unkind and unjust in action because she is blinded by her privilege, and being able to stan Betty Cooper requires totally tuning out this very important point about her. Her privileged blindness is inexcusable and obnoxious, and so is yours.
Ethel like all disadvantaged people who are wronged knows exactly what is happening, including the fact that if she were to try to tell Betty the truth, Betty would take offense at being called privileged, at being called blinded by that privilege, which are all true, and so she just gives up. “Nothing” is wrong, Ethel weeps, “You’re just so beautiful, Betty.”
There’s a lot in there. Why is it the oppressed and wronged always feel so protective of other people? (Don’t answer that. I know the answer. Fuck me if this didn’t get me right in the feels.).
Betty really does not understand why she’s crying. She’s trying, but she just doesn’t get it, at all. Because blinding pretty woman privilege, blinding middle class privilege, etc etc.
There isn’t time to go through any of this though because Mary announces to everyone that she’s going to have let out Midge’s dress a bit. Somehow this is taken as a huge BANG sort of realization on Alice’s part. Evelyn is very smart. She says a sentence perfectly constructed to out Midge’s pregnancy to Alice: “You better start cutting back on those desserts, otherwise that cute Serpent boyfriend of yours might decide that you’re too much woman to handle.” Though she means well, Cheryl only makes things worse by overreacting, telling Evelyn to kill herself (“Take a long walk off a short pier.”) Midge is smarter than Cheryl. She’s smarter than Midge as well.
And can I also just put in a word for us ruler shaped girls who only gain weight fore and aft -directly in the belly? I’ve always had a fat tummy but I’ve never been pregnant. When I gain weight I gain it in the FUPA first and most.
Midge needed to have more of a plan and a lie ready - like “Oh yes I’ve been gaining weight in my middle giggle giggle”???
Alice approaches Midge like a shark to demand a conversation later.
Later that evening Betty is hanging out with Ethel. Since she’s essentially a kind person in S7, she is still worried about why Ethel burst into tears at the dress shop, but appears to also be no smarter or less blinded by her privileges than she was earlier in the day.
What ensues is an INFURIATING fumble of a conversation. Ethel says that she wishes she was competing with all of them. She wants to be considered a girl, in other words, in her cultural context. Betty says - and she both seems to mean it and it is true - that Ethel is beautiful, so she should be competing if she wants to. Ethel counters that Betty’s mom said Miss Teen Riverdale is supposed to be an embodiment of the ideals of the town, which Ethel has understood she can’t be because “I’m the girl whose parents were murdered, quiet, likes comic books, draws creepy pictures.”
What she doesn’t say is made deafening by the fact that she doesn’t say it. She’s fat. Ethel is beautiful and fat. But the show absolutely refuses to address the fact that all the actresses other than Ethel for that generation are extremely slender - even the ‘expanding with pregnancy’ Midge has stick thin arms and the whole of her clavicle bones show end to end through her skin.
Because the show can’t let Ethel say she’s fat, Ethel doesn’t say that it’s because she’s fat that she’s not being allowed to compete in the beauty contest, and Betty, because being cosseted lessens her intelligence, simply takes Ethel at her word. But Betty not knowing that the beauty standard of the 20th century leans towards extreme thinness for women is exactly like Toni having to ask Tabitha what it’s like to be black in the rest of America.
Betty says true things about Ethel - that she’s inspiring because she’s overcome so much adversity. That Ethel has as much right as anyone else to be competing for the prize and the title.
Because the show - and Ethel and Betty - won’t address the obvious visible physical difference between the two characters, Betty’s line about Ethel having “more pep in your little finger than the rest of us do in our whole bodies combined” comes out really really cringe.
Ethel can’t stand it anymore and takes off, saying she shouldn’t have said anything.
Betty means what she’s saying, but how seriously can Ethel be expected to take this sincerity? Not very, honestly.
Meanwhile, Midge is getting the third degree from Alice, who knows she’s pregnant. Teedum.
And now we are five (plus Ethel standing in the back). Alice announces to the group that Midge is “no longer with us” and is no longer a student at Riverdale High, because she’s been carted off to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy. Alice Cooper is so obsessed with depositing girls with the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, isn’t she? She’s the type of person who can’t stand the thought of having to suffer something alone - she has to inflict the same suffering on others.
She drops the hints as heavy as anvils: “When you see her in six or seven months, Midge will be right as rain.”
Veronica finally gets it. She seems to know the duration of human gestation anyway. She tries to ask if Midge is pregnant, but Alice, wearing pink gloves (she’s pink handed rather than red-handed, I guess?) makes ‘close your mouth’ motions with her hands so she can continue her lecture about how “we must treat our bodies as temples.” Alice does have a way with words. She wants the girls to “guard against defilement” and instead regroup that afternoon to have some “good clean fun” preparing for the pageant.
As she exits the room, we see that she was using Ethel as a literal clothes hanger tool to hold on to her purse.
Later, wearing what looks like a dinner napkin as a scarf, Betty, who is really very dumb this episode, just simply does not understand why Midge was sent away. I was a bit taken aback by this. Betty Cooper is supposedly a straight-A student but she just does not know at all how long pregnancy lasts (Uhhhh does Midge also not know??). Evelyn AGAIN SAYS EXACTLY WHAT I AM THINKING because she snaps, “I thought you were supposed to be smart” before explaining to Betty that “Midge has a bun in the oven.” She just keeps the truths coming! “She let a greaser paw at her like a dirty rag.” I meannn I hate Fangs so yeah, I’m even going to excuse her misogynistic language.
Why does this keep happening to me, the humble Riverdale episode recapper? In S4 I was BRET. I had to identify with BRET WESTON WALLIS and now in S7, I’m Evelyn. Thanks Show, for the realizations I did not want.
Evelyn is just laying all the truths out on the table - that Midge is pregnant, that Betty is not very smart, that everyone knows that Cheryl and Toni are a dyke pair, and that Fangs should never be allowed to breed and now he’s gonna have offspring.
She gets threatened by Toni with physical violence which is just comical. I’m a short girl myself, but dude, Toni should never threaten people with physical violence. You’re literally like 90 lbs, Toni, shut up.
Betty really is dumb.
Like, actively stupid.
Look at this face:
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Betty finally FINALLY puts it together that Midge has fucked Fangs and that’s why she’s pregnant. When she seeks confirmation, Toni clearly thinks she’s stupid just as much as Evelyn does, so she’s short with Betty, “Yes, Betty.” Betty wants to know if it was once or multiple times. The femme superdykes give her identical, OMG faces because they are both the type of queer girl who didn’t realize for a long time that they were queer because they thought they were just smarter than the majority of other girls, who of course happened to be straight.
Veronica’s love for Betty is everlasting, plus she’s a virgin herself, so she is willing to meet Betty on the same grounds. “I’m guessing they were doing the deed on the reg,” she says, trying to elevate Betty’s grotesque stupidity to the level of something akin to banter.
Toni starts to try to explain the ‘situation’ to all of them like they’re all 4 years old. “Midge loves Fangs and Fangs loves Midge.” Evelyn comes in once again with the correct take: “Quite the cautionary tale if you ask me.” Cheryl is completely unable to come up with a good come back beyond a very paltry No One Asked You type of comment, because I think Cheryl also thinks fucking around with boys is stupid and for the weak and always is going to end up with a cautionary tale type situation. She dislikes Evelyn, in other words, but doesn’t disagree, and only wishes she wouldn't keep spouting truths.
Betty continues to be extremely idiotic - “I’m wondering how Midge could have ended up getting…” is what she says. Not even Veronica knows how to salvage this. Both dykes, Evelyn and even Ethel, who as I’ve said wants to preserve Betty in her innocent stupidity rather than have her face the hardness of the world, give her looks. I think Betty is lying when she says that she “of course” “understand[s] how it happened.” But she’s seen now that her ignorance has shaded fully over into just a lack of intelligence, so she makes something up about "wondering if they were using…” because she’s heard that a man and a woman need to ‘do’ something ‘at least once’ to have a baby but there are ways to maybe make that not happen. Betty Cooper simply does not understand the mechanics of sex.
Veronica continues to want to adore Betty, because she just does, so she supplies the word - protection! Using protection! - because she can’t in good faith adore someone who is irretrievably stupid, and she doesn’t want to admit that about Betty. I am rather surprised to hear from Cheryl that she asked about birth control to Midge, with enough specificity to receive an answer: “Midge said they were, but once it slipped.” And then even more squick- Toni asked Fangs about birth control too, and heard about his incompetence with a condom directly as well. Ew. Cheryl does make an annoyed, oh these damned hetero morons type of eyeroll face as she tells her tale, to her credit.
This makes Veronica burst out that this is why the birth control pill is necessary, that birth control needs to be in the hands of women (not on the dicks of men) because “we’re the ones who have to live with the consequences.” I wish Veronica could be more radical in her feminism -that there should BE NO consequences, but as she’s said at the start of this episode, she likes inhabiting a face and body that’s considered beautiful too much to want to topple the whole thing over.
It’s clear from Betty’s expressions that she still isn’t sure how exactly Midge got pregnant, she doesn’t at all understand what ‘protection’ means really or what ‘it’ is that could’ve have slipped nor what it slipped from, and isn’t following Veronica’s train of thought whatsoever. But the looks that even Evelyn and Ethel gave her has had a silencing effect.
It’s really kind of a violation of human rights, isn’t it, that Betty just does NOT KNOW simple basic facts.
Anyway, Veronica is going on about how boys who impregnate girls have proven their manhood but girls who get impregnated by that same boy are treated as ‘fallen’ to which Betty starts to voice a very conventional fact; "Midge’s life is just… [ruined]."
Cheryl is a leader.
Can I say that again?
CHERYL BLOSSOM IS A REAL LEADER.
She cuts Betty off at the pass: “Her life is not ruined,” she says, categorically. Cheryl Blossom is not going to LET “this”- i.e. Fangs’ incompetence with keeping a condom on his damn dick - hurt one of ‘her’ Vixens in some irretrievable way.
Toni only WISHES she could exhibit this sort of moral, almost compulsive, valor.
Anyway.
Evelyn is so very even keeled. I kind of love that about her. She hates everyone at a very chilled temperature. Even her bright red lipstick has a chilly blue undertone. Evelyn points out that Cheryl and Midge are neither of them Vixens.
Toni wonders if Fangs even knows what has happened to his baby mama, to which Evelyn again acts as oracle to say everyone will eventually know. Cheryl and Toni take off to try to find Fangs so he can learn the bad facts from sympathetic tellers.
Veronica is still worried that she’s very in love with a very dumb girl, so she checks in with Betty to ask what she’s thinking about. Betty says that she’s thinking about how one night can change everything for you. I mean. That isn’t true though, not when you’re Alice Cooper’s daughter. Ethel had two very big nights - one was when her parents were murdered, which is the same night she got sexually assaulted by Julian Blossom, and then the night she killed the Milkman, which made all the adults back off from hauling her directly to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy again. Betty by contrast got caught doing a long distance strip tease with Archie, and then flashed her panties on live television but she has had to deal with no consequences whatsoever, other than her mother continuing to be crazy. So no, it isn’t true that one night can change everything - it only is true if you don’t have the right combo pack of protections.
Betty follows up with Ethel. Ethel is thinking about Midge at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy. Betty basically Yes-ands her, by saying she cares a lot about Midge being sent to an insane asylum (she doesn’t) as lip service so she can get Ethel to agree to take Midge’s spot at the beauty pageant.
You know what? I think I understand now why Betty has nothing to say about Ethel being beautiful and fat and how her fatness might be a problem for a beauty pageant. She’s too stupid to know the facts of heterosexual reproductive intercourse - so by extension she’s too stupid to know that fat girls are given a much harder time in life, a harder time than girls with bad skin, girls with glasses, girls who are too skinny, girls with bad teeth. All she sees is that Ethel is beautiful (factual) and deserving (also true) and so in a true genuine way, thinks she should compete if she wants to. Rather than Ethel being judged ineligible by reason a biography marred by violence and her body type by her mother, Betty genuinely thought Ethel didn’t want to be in the beauty pageant (because she herself didn’t) and genuinely also thought Ethel didn’t mind playing scullery maid to Alice Cooper and her own classroom peers. There’s clueless and then there’s criminal levels of clueless. Betty is fast approaching the latter.
Ethel in any case does not need to be asked more than once. She is so very conscientious though. She is immediately worried that Alice will be left high and dry without an assistant. Betty says she has a plan for that.
Meanwhile, Fangs has been told. He is hollering about how he’s going to “go out there to that convent.” Toni stops him from developing this scheme any further. Cheryl also chimes in, saying two kidnappings does not a solution make. Both these girls are betting that Midge’s parents don’t know that Fangs is the father. Cheryl says something weird - “We need to keep it that way so that you’re not arrested.” Why would Fangs get arrested? Are there anti miscegenation laws in Riverdale? Will they accuse him of raping Midge? What?
I also wonder about Toni playing the Friar Lawrence role to this pair. Her advice has thus far been singularly bad, hasn’t it? She knows how to rig up a home pregnancy test using frogs but doesn’t know any abortionists or even advise Midge on trying to find one. She ASSUMES that Midge’s parents will simply not accept the whole truth, and so steers Fangs and Midge into trying to get their ‘romance’ accepted first before dropping the pregnancy bomb, but that just isn’t how conservative families work. If Fangs and Midge had gone to the parents to say, do you want Midge to have a bastard child or do you want the baby born in matrimony, Midge’s mother wouldv’e gotten her an abortion whether Midge wanted one or not OR allowed them to marry. Here again, if Fangs let’s say showed up in all his biker glory and just burst into the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, wouldn’t that have been materially better for them both? Toni has done no research about this. She hasn’t asked Ethel anything. Ethel got out - why not ask HOW she made that decision stick?
I think Toni has a lot of unexamined hidden motives here -she simply does not want Fangs to have a happy romance with Midge in any direction. She’s very pleased, actually that Midge has been sent away.
When Fangs wants to know what he should do, Toni smirks and giggles as she tells him to write a hit song that becomes a gold record so that he becomes “undeniable to Midge’s parents.”
Yeah so what conservative racist parents (as per Toni’s assumptions about them) would want their child impregnated out of wedlock by not just a guy who is of color but a rock’n’roller of color?
This is insidiously evil of Toni.
Cheryl, of course, never liked Midge being with Fangs to begin with. But she’s moved by his plight, so she actually comes up with useful solutions. She’ll arrange a phone call between Midge and Fangs, and she wants Fangs to remain calm.
Meanwhile, I assume Betty and Ethel have made good use of the insider information that Ethel has access to from her days of slave labor as Alice’s assistant and have gotten Ethel a really gorgeous pageant dress. Ethel really does have “perfect poise” as Betty says. She can do spins in a ball gown with a book balanced on her head. That’s a neat trick.
Alice is very startled to hear that Ethel will be replacing Midge but lies in a white way (“That’s WONDERFUL” she screams) before insisting that she must have an assistant.
Turns out Betty has roped Long Duk Dong - no sorry, Dilton Doiley, into the role of the assistant. I hope she gave his extra huge Asian cock a blowjob.
Sorry. Sorry. I hate S7 Dilton and I hate this actor and I hate what they’re making him do.
Alice asks to speak to Betty in the hallway. She is enraged. Alice yells at Betty about trying to undermine her. Betty says she doesn’t understand what the problem is. I think she genuinely is stupid enough this season for this to be actually true. Alice tries to explain: “Ethel does not represent the ideals of Miss Riverdale Teen Queen.” Betty snaps back, “Why? She’s not pregnant!”
Alice says that Ethel has “an unsavory history.” Betty is again struggling to catch up, asking if this is about Ethel’s parents being murdered or if there’s “something else.” It occurs to me that maybe only a handful of adults other than Jughead and his editor, that is, Sheriff Keller, the principal, his husband, the head nun at the Sisters, Alice and maybe also Mary know that Ethel managed to avenge her parents and kill a man in self defense.
Alice doesn’t actually say if it’s the parents being killed or something else, to which Betty comes to some sort of conclusion that makes her put on a a horrified face to say “Woah, you are awful.”
Uh. What is this, by the way? It’s entirely not clear. Does Alice in fact blame Ethel for her parents being killed? Like, are we doing an Oscar Wilde thing here? ( “To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness”??) I’m still inclined to think that this is about Ethel being fat, but Alice and Betty both think fatness is unspeakable on the level of leprosy so they can’t even say it to each other. I say this because Alice says, “I am not gonna let you turn this competition into one of your crusades!”
Crusades for what? Advocacy of murder attempt survivors? Surely not.
Alice is very clear about her priorities. She wants “to protect the office of Miss Riverdale Teen Queen” first and foremost, because it seems to have been the only competition and externally validating thing she ever went out for and won. Ethel’s well being is a secondary priority, and again the wording is so weird. She wants to protect Ethel from “the scrutiny that Miss Teen Queen demands.”
Scrutiny like somehow a tabloid somewhere is going to take an avid interest in a small town electing a teen beauty queen to say OMG TWO PEOPLE WERE MURDERED THIS ONE TIME IN THIS TOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE? Or scrutiny like, if you include a fat girl in a beauty contest everyone will mock her and the contest because that’s how fatphobia works?
Betty, who has been steadfast in calling Ethel beautiful, makes me lose faith in her. She says it plainly to Alice. For Betty, participation in this entire competition is purely pecuniary. To her it’s quite simple - Ethel is an orphan and she needs the money. But this carries no weight to Alice, because she can’t stand the only competition she’s ever won to be reduced to a mere charity. Alice screams at her that she must be the one to get Ethel to withdraw from the pageant. Betty stamps her foot in frustration.
Then she goes exactly to the Dyke Triumvirate for advice, down in the Dark Room. Veronica, for whom this is really just a lark to assuage her everlasting boredom and loneliness in Riverdale, Alice’s decision to not allow Ethel into the competition doesn’t make sense.
Betty finally fully (well as much as Betty can be fully honest about anything which isn’t much) admits that she knows the issue is Ethel’s non-ideal body type (“Ethel doesn’t represent the ideal blah-blah-blah”). After saying a bunch of things she may or may not have meant about Ethel’s looks, Betty really doesn’t want to be the one to admit to (a) cooking up this whole plan to sabotage her mother (because it’s plain now that this was the intention) and (b) telling Ethel she can’t participate. She tries to get the other three on board by talking about Ethel as a charity case. - “Imagine what winning would do for her.” She’s saying this to one girl with hereditary wealth, a daughter of major Hollywood players who owns her own apartment and her own movie theater (somehow, without also having access to a bank account) and Toni, about whom nothing is known but who doesn’t at all seem lacking for resources.
I don’t know how Ethel would feel if she knew this conversation happened other than humiliated. These four skinny girls held a round table ABOUT her without her, silently agreed among themselves that she doesn’t represent the ideal, but decided that she deserved their charity and graceful self abnegation for the scholarship money (which assumes that she’d choose the competition money and not the Hollywood screen test or the car by the way, which nobody has asked Ethel about).
Cheryl because she has the most leadership chops comes up with the best solution - all the thin, telegenic participants will withdraw if Ethel doesn’t get to participate. Without competitors, there can be no competition. Furthermore, all four of them seem unduly certain that Ethel doesn’t actually represent any sort of threat to their own bid for the title.
When Betty says she will confront Alice about all this again, Veronica stops her. Veronica knows Betty is not just kind of dumb, and that Alice Cooper might not be. She assumes that Hal Cooper is just as stupid as Betty, for one, and for another, Veronica Lodge is an expert at patricide (actual and metaphorical across all universes). She suggests threatening Hal Cooper, and volunteers herself as “a more seasoned negotiator.”
Right away, the girls go to “bend” Hal’s ear. Veronica immediately says that Ethel must be allowed to participate in the pageant. Hal says he’s already been yelled at by Alice about the Ethel issue, so that’s all already decided. Veronica knows a lot about TV so she starts dropping references that make Hal Cooper very vulnerable - “ad spending” “money brought in by live television” “sold all your commercial spots” and “cash those checks.” Having softened him up, they threaten to have all the participants pull out. They also want the swimsuit promenade cut. Hal says, grossly, that the swimsuit segment is a judge favorite event. Veronica incongruously points out that it’s the swimsuit competition that is “Plainly sexist.” My dear pretty little hypocrite - THE ENTIRE THING is sexist. WHY even bring up sexism? Do any male competitions exists that look anything like this pretending to be scholarship competitions? NO THEY DON’T.
Veronica, I love you, but fucking stuff it. Don’t bring up critiques about sexism if you’re going to participate at all. You’re disqualified from feminist discourse.
Hal and Alice have a big blow out fight right before the competition about Ethel. Hal says that since the judges like thin girls (he doesn’t say this but this is what he means) there is no way that Ethel will win the contest (because she is fat) because all it comes down to in the end is does the girl conform to the conventional standards of beauty, which in living memory has NEVER been not skinny and Ethel is fat (he doesn’t say this either but this is what he means). Alice is simply freaking out.
They are screaming the name ETHEL but Ethel pretends not to hear, and asks Betty if they are fighting about her (because they are screaming ETHEL MUGGS at each other). Betty does what Betty does and lies.
With 13 minutes of this episode to go, we are finally at the Miss Riverdale Teen Queen Pageant. The audience that we see for this is 100% all the boys who have ever had a speaking part this season. Not a single girl who is not in the pageant is shown watching this. They just weren’t selected so they disappear from existence. This pageant is entirely for male eyes only. Any talk about these sort of events being anything other than pornographic entertainment for the era when actual pornography was not readily available for private viewing is completely disagreed with by Riverdale the show.
Julian says he is mad they cut the swimsuit bit. Jughead makes fun of him, asking why he wants to “see your sister prancing around like a bathing beauty.” Archie totally looks like he has taken something, he looks so manic, and when Jughead calls Julian pervy about the desire for the swimsuit competition, guffaws. Jughead also laughs a lot as his own joke. Julian is annoyed, telling Jughead to drop dead. Is this - is this the first time they’ve actually said anything to each other? I can’t recall.
The judges for this event are Cheryl’s father, the high school principal and the high school child psychologist. This is very gross. The thing is being emceed by Betty’s father. Kevin is singing in the most oleaginous way over the girls silently parading around modeling their gowns. Jughead whistles at Veronica’s turn on the catwalk. Fangs wants Toni to win (why?).
Alice is in some sort of culty fugue as this event goes on. There’s an in studio audience cheering.
Veronica’s trick was tightrope walking. WHAT? WHY COULDNT’ WE SEE THIS? Reggie thinks this was awesome (“Who knew she was an acrobat!”).
Ethel closes the evening with a big song. I found it immensely cheesy though wow, Ethel is graceful and can sing really well, who knew?
Oh and Betty delivered the Gettysburg Address, apparently, which Jughead found “stirring.” Uh OK. Now THAT is really pervy.
Julian wants it just to not be Cheryl (we aren’t told what her talent was) that wins
Clay says they should’ve made the musical about Ethel instead of Archie.
Then they announce the winner. I realized at this point that I misunderstood what the prize was - you get ALL of the above. A car AND a screentest AND a scholarship. It wasn’t Or. It’s AND. For all her money having ways, neither of Cheryl nor Veronica have a car of their own so I see now why they want to be in this competition still. Everything else I said still stands though!
There’s a drum roll. Julian is intensely begging it to not be Cheryl (Why doesn’t Julian want Cheryl to have a car? Selfish dipshit.). Fangs is not thinking about the locked up knocked up Midge at all, focusing all his nervous attention on Toni, just like she wanted. Clay, despite thinking Ethel should win, does not expect her to, so he braces for impact with a wince.
The Coopers open the envelope with the winner’s name in it. Alice takes it from Hal, who look happy, and announces that it’s Ethel Muggs. Hal looks unhappy. The judges glare at each other. The boys in the diner lose their shits, screaming and hollering. Ethel is overjoyed. Betty looks overjoyed. The only one with a very honest, human reaction is Evelyn Evernever once again - she is upset and finds this whole thing incomprehensible. She also refused to do that deeply insulting thing of making the girls who are standing in a row begging with their tits for scholarship money hold hands with each other as the one winner among them is announced. I stan Evelyn Evernever for this. When she competes against other women she competes wholesale. I find this much more honorable. Why the fuck do the girls have to hold hands?
The next morning, Fangs runs into the diner to get a call from Midge. These two not very bright people being guided by Toni Topaz with ulterior (possibly unexamined) motives are very miserable. Midge’s despair at the end of the call is entirely Toni’s fault. Because all she has is this one phone call, Midge has to pretend she’s fine. Fangs should’ve driven into the convent on his bike.
That same morning, Betty walks into her mother’s kitchen. They have the scariest conversation I’ve ever seen between mother and a daughter on television. I’m not sure that this moment of complicated terror borne out of two women who represent the absolute most insane sides of white culture (I’m not white by the way, just in case that wasn’t clear) is worth the cost of having to sit through this horrible episode (because it truly was horrible) but this is what happens.
Betty launches the first attack. Is Alice exhibiting ‘sour grapes’ because Betty lost and Ethel won? Alice counters by showing Betty that she was in fact the winner. Betty has a hard time (Because as I’ve said for the umpteenth time, she is really stupid for this episode) wrapping her mind around what she’s lost. Alice says that all the men were deeply unhappy but live television’s demand that they put on a ‘flawless’ show forbade any of them from contradicting her.
As I’ve said, winning this contest multiple times is the only accomplishment Alice Cooper has had in her life, and Betty, by pushing a fat orphan to compete in a beauty contest, tries to besmirch exactly the things Alice values about her winnings by turning into a charity. It stamped her as beautiful and rewarded her apparently painful conformity with standard hetero culture. So in turn, Alice took Betty’s win away from her and gave it to Ethel.
If the winner had been any of the other girls, it’s strongly implied, she wouldn’t have done it. She even says it herself - “Maybe I just didn’t want you to win.” Alice tries to have a total victory - for all of Betty’s “grandstanding, Ethel would still have lost,” and moreover, it’s Alice, not Betty, that changed Ethel’s life for the better. And she also got to take something away from Betty that Betty really wanted - a way to go to college, without having to ask Alice for permission. I cut your achilles tendon and popped all your balloons, basically.
Then Betty does the most white woman thing of all time and tells her mother that she will think well of her. She stabs her mother in the face with the words “I love you.” Instead of expressing a natural human feeling - I am angry with you - which white women are not allowed by their culture to feel, Betty says “I know you are a good person” but in the most stony-faced, glassy-eyed way possible.
I think the victory belongs with Betty though. Sure, Alice materially hurt her daughter, and did that thing of cursing her daughter to “live the life I lived." But in retaliation, her daughter announced that she thinks she’s a piece of shit and she hates her, using the Opposites Day language of white womanhood. Moreover, it was Alice’s dream to a) keep Miss Teen Queen a validation of womanly perfection and b) to have some sort of legacy in the world which for her boiled down to being a Miss Teen Queen who raised a second generation of Miss Teen Queen. By hurting Betty, Alice hurt herself, because Alice cares about this competition and Betty does not want to give her mother any sort of legacy.
White anglo culture takes insidious passive aggression to a HIGH ART level and these people scare the shit out of me.
Secure in her victory, Betty goes to write an answer to all her girls who wrote into her newsletter. “There is a hope for a better tomorrow. In fact, we girls are that hope.”
This is completely unearned. Betty just engaged in a final battle of mortal combat of the soul with her mother, and has come out with like severed limbs and severe blood loss, though she won because she took away the one happy achievement her mother ever had in her life. She made Alice kill her own one shining earned-it-myself achievement. This event that Alice told the world on national TV is something more special to her that Christmas itself has been permanently tarnished for her, because in a desperate bid to survive this hate-filled battle with her daughter, Alice stabbed herself in the heart. There is absolutely nothing hopeful here. Betty is lying as per usual.
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Episode 3 for Oshi no Ko just came out and yes, I’m still in love!
We all guessed it would happen after the first episode, but the pacing for the story is on the slower side. That being said, I appreciate it because it really gives us time to get to know and love these characters better!
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To begin with, let’s just look at Arima Kana this episode! Can I just begin by saying that this girl is such a sweetheart??? Like, episode 1 she was such a brat, but this episode? We could see that not only did she have to deal with the consequences of being self-absorbed, but she’s also learned from them and is now such a sweetheart! If that weren’t enough, she’s giving Aqua the chance to get back into acting and I am nothing if not an Aqua Stan, so I support this whole-heartedly.
On top of all of that, though, she’s also so funny and light-hearted(for the most part)! Like, so many of her comments are just so dang funny! From following Aqua after he leaves the school and asking what middle school he’s from to calling out the director for living with his mother to assuming Aqua is gay she’s just such a lighthearted, fun character right now.
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That being said, the details!!!! We know Kana lives alone, that she’s struggled with the acting business, that even though she’s doing her best she doesn’t even have an agency and the producer is looking down on her. All of these make it so Kana’s lightheartedness isn’t tasteless in a story that shows the darker side of the entertainment industry—instead it fits beautifully with everything else. Kana hasn’t seen the darkness the way the Hoshinos have so she’s allowed to be more lighthearted and have it make sense, but she isn’t oblivious to it, either. And man oh man I can’t wait for Aqua to bring it next episode!
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Which brings us to my boy, Aqua!
Before we get to the fact that he’s acting again(which, whoa, I didn’t expect that to happen so early in the story, but I am in no way upset by it either), can we talk about the cute twin moments with Ruby in this episode???? Just watch that entire beginning scene where the two of them are talking to Kana! The way they both understand each other so well and aren’t ashamed of it, the whispering to each other, the way Aqua shows and feels no shame in admitting that he’s only going to that high school for his sister and she, in turn, feels no awkwardness or embarrassment in casually calling him a siscon? Man, this sibling relationship is just so dang funny and sweet! I love it!
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On top of that, Ruby gets so excited about Aqua going into acting! Somehow, the one thing that seems to make Aqua bashful is acting(likely because it’s something that he wants to do for himself, but doesn’t know how to let himself live for himself) so it’s so important that his family is supporting him in this! But, like, the matching Twin sweatshirts they were wearing during that scene? Love it! Gotta say, all the matching outfits for these two give me life!!!! I love it when the twins are together and I can’t wait to see more of them!
That being said, Aqua and obsessive go together like peanut butter and jelly. Because the whole phone sequence? Where the boy continued trying passcodes for four entire years(and yes, I did look up how to do italics on tumblr just to be able to give four entire years the emphasis that it truly and honestly needs)??? That is absolutely insane and obsessive to the nth degree! Anybody who doubts the fervency of Aqua’s desire for revenge is so off-point it’s not even funny. The boy took four years to break into a phone and then memorized all the names of the contacts to help him have some idea of where to even begin looking for his father.
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But enough about that, let’s talk about the fact that he’s acting!!!!! Boy oh boy am I excited for Aqua to be acting again! But, like, did you all see his eye sparkle when he heard what the show was??? He wanted to be in it from that exact moment, none of you can convince me otherwise! He didn’t agree until he heard who the producer was, yes, but in some ways I can’t help but feel like that was almost an excuse he was giving himself to allow himself to act again. My evidence? The end of the episode!
Aqua has the DNA, by all means he doesn’t especially need to do anything special, and yet you all saw that closing image, yeah? Aqua is about to make at least that episode worth watching! He’s gonna go all out in acting and I don’t care what Aqua says about his own talents in acting, I believe in that boy enough for the two of us! And you know what, the fact that he’s also doing it in defense of Kana???? This boy has a heart of gold and will do literally anything to protect the people he loves. We know this just by looking at everything he’s done/is doing for Ai and Ruby, but it looks like Kana might be added to the list of his people soon if things continue, and I am all for this!
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All of this being said, Aqua right now doesn’t know how to let himself live for himself or even really value himself. This has been an underlying issue the entire series, but it’s definitely something to keep an eye on as the story progresses. He never got angry at the stalker for killing him(in fact, in episode 1 Aqua says that he felt almost grateful to the stalker), Aqua never lets himself enjoy things for himself(he always credited Sarina for his love of Ai/says he was Ai’s fan for Sarina rather than admitting it was for himself and, now, he won’t even let himself admit that he enjoys acting), and even which high school he went to was solely decided by which Ruby went to. From the very beginning he was called somebody with no dreams(refer to the conversation in Episode 1 between the doctor and Sarina when they’re discussing what it would be like to be an idol’s child) and even though he was a doctor, a profession that’s usually very ambitious, Aqua never truly showed any love for the profession in either life—being something of a layabout while he actually was a doctor and never even considering being a doctor again in this life. It honestly makes me wonder why he was ever a doctor and wonder more about his past life in general, because, when you think about it, we don’t actually know all that much about his past life, do we?
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Anyway, another great episode of Oshi no Ko with another cliff hanger ending! I cannot wait for next week’s episode to come!
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My School President Ep 5 Stray Thoughts
I'm so glad to be back with this show. Thankfully we took a break at what felt like the end of an act. I'm still not over the pinky clasp from the last episode, and am very excited to see where the acknowledged attraction takes these boys next. Also, I really like Sound as a character, and hope he causes more complications.
Ah, a jaded school counselor. Time to think about the future and face the reality that your dream job might not be attainable or give you the life you want.
I like this opening scene. It's very stylish. Placing all of the students in the same framing reinforces the common experience for all of the characters. It's easy to see how a counselor ends up feeling this way, when you watch so many students' lives take a different turn.
Also, Mark Pakin is really good.
Poor Gun. He was having a lot of fun with his friends and staring into the middle distance, but now he has to accept that maybe they're not as committed to music as him.
I'm still floored by the opening song being a torch passed down to this club about how they have each other's backs. It's still affecting me this week.
It's a bit subtle, but I like the way Gemini is playing Tinn as more relaxed about approaching Gun now. Fourth does a good job responding so quickly to it as if it's a matter of fact now. They're a solid pair.
Gun didn't ask, but I want to know what Tinn is interested in as a profession.
Time to revive the #they are literally always flirting tag
The mom's collapsed is executed really well here. The boys are just flirting as they do before the jarring crash behind them. As with all major life events, they happen suddenly and without warning.
She collapses like this all the time? What the hell??
Of course Tinn is going to offer to help his prospective boyfriend and hopefully-future mother-in-law. Gun's little appreciative smile is all the reward our simp needs.
Tinn's characterization is so consistent. He's at his best, bravest, and most endearing when he's helping. Gun is getting a bit nervous, so Tinn suggests a practice dish. Gun gets nervous about how good it is, so Tinn just takes a big bite. Gun is clearly enamored as a result.
Oh ho! Our first signs of mild jealousy and possessiveness from Gun. He was very polite about telling those girls to back off. Kaojao (SCOY) would be proud.
Again, Tinn is finally comfortable enough with Gun that he's only amused when Gun clings to him when the lights went off, and is able to teasingly deflect about how much devotion he's shown.
Ah, the answer to my question: Despite his hardworking nature, Tinn doesn't know what he wants for himself.
Gun loves his mom so much. It's lovely.
Oh no. Looks like the shop isn't doing so well. Gun's whole world is cracking apart.
Hey, Fourth is also pretty good. It felt like that was the first time he's said he'd cut our Hot Wave aloud, and we could see his heart break immediately.
Win's clicks on the controller don't match any gameplay I recognize. (I'm just being silly. I know he's acting.)
Our best boy Tiwson is gonna keep us focused on the prize.
I love Gun's mom. She absolutely knows that Tinn likes Gun, and is only nudging enough to make sure Gun doesn't give up on himself for her. We stan.
I am obsessed with Tinn's jogging outfit. Did they intentionally put him in almost-lesbian-flag colors?
The BL Juice has made its appearance.
Oh it's been a good minute since I've seen a piggyback ride.
Tiwson is going to fix this entire band. Now Por is getting a push.
Yes, boys, let's flirt over a fake interview.
RAP OF WAR CONTEST. Love this energy.
Sometimes you need a rival to make you determined enough to push past your stage fright. Curious where Win and Sound end up.
Is Tinn is a GMM office?? LOL
Oh, Tinn is lying to his mom now. I will remember this seed for later.
This producer looks a little bit like Alanis Morissette. Too bad she has to disappoint our boys.
His name is Winny Da Pooh. I'm going to ascend.
Sound isn't a total ass. Look at him saving Win and giving him a shove.
Oh no the sunshine boy is breaking down. It's always sad, but it really is one of the best parts of any drama.
Business Administration? Baby boy, no.
That's right, Mom. Rebuild your son with the power of music.
It's like Au watched Rainbow Prince and was PISSED that The Philippines beat them to a musical. I'm absolutely here for the whole cast singing. Love that we got the band back together.
But also, I wanted to hear Winny Da Pooh rap.
This show's comedic timing is genuinely funny. "I can put my mind at ease..." Into Gun running screaming into the room. Perfect.
Ah good. Gun now finally understands Tinn's motivations. Not an episode 5 kiss, but close to it on the moving forward phase.
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