#sky kid fit detection

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I wanna warm up the detector~ AKA... what cape am I wearing I straight up can't find it

Beep Boop! Calibrating warmup mode!

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Pink Bloom Cape - Days of Bloom - 70 C ( + 15 Prev Nodes Cost)

[Full Cost]: 85 C

[Currently Unavailable To Purchase]: Pink Bloom Cape

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Beep Boop!

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Triumph Saxophone - Days of Music - 102 Tickets (+ 15 C Prev Nodes Cost)

Musical Hairpin - Days of Music - 50 C

Dark Rainbow Tunic (Edited: Sheet Music has been added to the tunic, gloves and tattoos have also been added to the sky kid) - Days of Colour - 15 USD

Dark Rainbow Mask - Days of Colour - 32 Tickets ( + 5C Prev Node Cost)

Memory of a Lost Village Hair - Season of Revival - 38 SC and 10 USD ( + 52 SC Prev Nodes Cost

Revival Ultimate Cape - Season of Revival - 4 Season Hearts (Prev Nodes Cost 252 SC)

[Full Cost]: 102 Music Tickets, 324 Revival SC, 4 Revival Hearts, 70 C and 25 USD

[Currently Unavailable To Purchase]: Triumph Saxophone, Musical Hairpin, Dark Rainbow Tunic, Dark Rainbow Mask, Memory of a Lost Village Hair, Revival Ultimate Cape

Beep Boop! The Sky Kid Fit Detector is managed by one person! Please be kind if any mistakes are made!

Artfight attack of Prismo for @/Paracliqse (on twitter)!! Their sky kid looked so cool and funky that I wanted to draw them so badly!! Them showing off on the concert 🎷🎶

[glitter-stained]

Thinking about how some modern comics writers (Tom Taylor) write the batfam and why it doesn't sit right (this post centers around the robins because of their training but some of that reflexion would definitely fit for Barbara and Cass as well.)

The thing with writing a team of people with similar training and strength is you can't take the easy route of "well this one is the smart one! And this one is the flexible one! And this one is the strong one!" .... which is obviously reductive to all of their characters. Obviously, they have interpersonal differences; Dick, being raised as an acrobat, is the most flexible, but that doesn't mean that every single one of these little fuckers doesn't like to bend, twist and somersault to dodge bullets like an annoying worm on a string being flung around in the sky. They're Robins. Obviously, Jason is the bulkiest, but that doesn't mean they don't all go through hardcore conditioning -Tim is only considered "frail" when you put him between Bruce and Jason, this guy would bench-press you any day, come on. (And DC editorial can lie to us about the girls' weights and heights and make them at the limit of ed-territory even though they're doing parkour and hardcore martial arts every day but I know the truth, Steph's strong as hell, homegirl's got bazooka-level guns). Obviously Damian was raised in the League and is proficient in a bunch of martial arts, but they all received training from a bunch of different experts, including, for all of them, the same guy (that they are all so normal and chill about.) Obviously, Tim is the one who used detective work to figure out everyone's identity but you're kidding yourself if you think he's the only intelligent/detective one amongst the robins. Being smart and a detective is a defining part of all of their characterization, and so is being a leader and a strategist. And then of course with that kind of simplified characterization we end up with Steph being "the girl robin" and Damian "the assassin one/stabby one" and Duke "the meta one" (yes this post counts Duke as a Robin. They trained him and also just cause I wanted to. I love him.)

And even if we make an effort and try to dissect it "this one is the detective smart one! And this one is the strategist! and this one is smart in a more techy-way! And this one is the leader! And this one- hey what kind of intelligence do we have left..." obviously doesn't work either. Duke was a exhilarating strategist in WaR already, Jason's strategic work in UTH and detective in Lost Days is thrilling, Damian is a fucking child surgeon (do I need to develop how intelligent that kid is), Dick was the first leader of the Titans and is always doing detective work like, that's an inherent part of his character, Duke was a cute-ass baby doing puzzles and planning to defeat the Riddler himself, Steph literally became Spoiler to stop Cluemaster (girl knows to solve riddles that would make Nygma shit his pants), they've almost all lead a team at some point, etc, etc. All of this is great and cool and a character being great doesn't take away from the skills of another character! Stark contrasts cannot possibly be the only interesting team dynamics, especially since they already have their own teams of contrasting skillset and personalities.

Imo, best robin team-up dynamics is them stepping on eachother's toes with their plans, getting into rapid-fire brainstorming sessions where they're all finishing eachother's sentences, reaching a conclusion and saying it out loud at the same time, one of them having a crazy ass plan and suggesting it to the other and the other saying "i like the way you think" to that person who thinks exactly like them, getting mad at eachother for being stubborn while also being a stubborn little shit, pulling complicated acrobatics together, and just thriving solving a good old complicated mystery with other people who are just as competent and enthusiastic about detective work as them but not a carbon copy, with extremely specific strength and weaknesses and quirks (like Dick's ability to recognise heroin by putting it in his mouth, Damian's uncanny voice imitation ability, etc.)

Of course, this doesn't even begin to touch the family drama, but honestly we get so much family drama angst with no real consequence rn, I'd really love just a robin team-up, relatively low-stakes (aka nothing taking over the city, the world, no past traumas unearthed to haunt them or parental abuse or secret cults etc etc.) Just a very elaborate murder mystery and a good excuse for all the robins to be there and a story that works with their similarities and their potential (both comedic and in terms of plot) rather than erasing it. It would be so much fun!

[dark-elf-writes]

You should assign Scum Villian characters godly parents

I’ve never actually read it but from what I’ve seen, Shang Qinghua gives Apollo vibes, but exclusively Greek Apollo vibes

And Luo Binghe would be Zeus or Jupiter bc of his protag energy

And Shen Yuan is either the dumbest child of Athena ever or the son of some nature god

Hear me out hear me out

The funniest option for Shen Yuan is a child of Aphrodite and that’s where he gets the wifebeam from. Just a natural pull that makes nearly every man he meets fall in love with him. This has the double hilarity of everyone claiming Aphrodite kids can’t fight up to the exact moment Shen Yuan realizes the bane of his existence Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky is actually in camp with him and he proceeds to beat the ever living fuck out of him until they are separated.

I do really like Shang Qinghua as a child of Apollo because you know Apollo would be the most cringe over supportive dad about his son’s terrible porn novel. He also fits in with my interpretation of Greek Apollo of playing the idiot but actually being incredibly intelligent what with the whole spy thing.

Binghe is definitely a big three kid I just don’t know which big three to assign him to. Torn between Zeus and Hades tbh mostly because demon translates very well to Hades’ power but Zeus is like the ultimate Stallion Protagonist (derogatory). Probably Zeus but he shows his dad exactly zero respect. All Binghe cares about is the pretty Aphrodite boy that helps with training and catches him when he throws himself into Shen Yuan’s arms trips over his own feet because he just can’t figure out the footwork.

Liu Qingge is a child of Ares but his younger sister Mingyan (who comes to camp later like right before the giant war along with the rest of the younger generation) is another child of Aphrodite blessed with a gift of beauty so strong she chose to wear the veil. Both of them choose to ignore what this says about their mortal parents. Shen Yuan saved Liu Qingge in the first war with the titans and won his eternal gratitude/one of several wifebeam victims ever since.

Shen Jiu I really want as another child of Aphrodite but I think him and Shen Yuan are once more siblings that got the Liu treatment of two different godly parent. Besides Child of Athena Shen Jiu is terrifying and I love him. He would have found a way to become one of Artemis’ few male hunters if he didn’t have to look out for his younger brother who he would rather gnaw an arm of than abandon. He refuses to claim any male children of Athena as his siblings, though he will claim sisters.

Yue Qingyuan I’m not sure on. Something that would help with diplomacy or his general OP power levels. Definitely Roman though which adds into the whole Shen Jiu mess because he met up with the Shen brothers after they had to run from their home due to a monster attack that injured Shen Yuan. Yue Qingyuan ran for help and ended up in the Roman camp. Shen Jiu waited as long as he could before he needed to get Shen Yuan help and had never forgiven Yue Qingyuan since so the meeting after the giant war is T E N S E to say the least

Wei Qingwei is a child of Hephaestus who, after Luke’s betrayal, literally foraged a full magical sword on his own that could detect possession among other things. He is upset when it doesn’t react to Luke. He is more upset once it finally does.

Ming Fan and Ning Yingying are definitely around CHB I just don’t know where exactly to put them. Both younger Athena Campers that see Shen Jiu as the coolest person ever and imprinted on him maybe?

I’m unsure where to stick the other demons but they are definitely around. Though it would be funnier if Demons still were just demons making Binghe double OP but I’m not fully sold on that idea yet.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Ranpo Edogawa (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Ranpo Edogawa x GN! Reader

Warning: Yandere. OOC. Spoilers for "The Untold Origins of the Detective Agency". English is my second language.

Becoming self-aware

🕵🏻 Does the title "The Greatest Detective in The World" have any meaning, if the world isn't real, and the entire world population can fit in a small village at best, if not in a student dorm?

🕵🏻 When Ranpo realised, that all his life was fake, he feels scared.

🕵🏻 He felt like he became a fourteen-year-old again. That he, once again, a boy, who lost his parents and can't understand, why adults can't see what he can see.

🕵🏻 But, thankfully, Ranpo manage to collect himself. He can't lose his cool now. He is not a kid anymore. His friends need his help.

🕵🏻 There was still hope in Ranpo's heart. Hope, that he is still "The Greatest Detective". He believes in his skills. He believes in himself.

🕵🏻 Ranpo tried his best. Because his friends are suffering. Because Fukuzawa looked almost broken.

🕵🏻 Ranpo can't let anyone down.

🕵🏻 Ranpo, same as Katai, was working day and night. The information was limited, and it doesn't let Ranpo to saw the whole picture. Currently, he managed to uncover, that the one, who created this world, put his everything in creating Yokohama city. The city had many streets and buildings. If it wasn't almost empty, Yokohama would look as normal city.

🕵🏻 There was also put an effort in creating their culture. All this holidays, festivals, accents, history... It looked like, someone tried his best in world buiding.

🕵🏻 Then, one day, he gained another source of information.

🕵🏻 He felt an entity's gaze.

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The Entity was observing him. And Ranpo was observing the Entity in return. He was having a staring game with it.The Entity was just staring. Still, it was enough for Rampo to gain more information.

First... Entity didn't do anything. It was just staring. No malice, no happiness. Nothing.

Only Kenji believed, that The Entity wasn't bad. Others either hated The Entity or ignored it.

It doesn't feel like a predator gaze.

Fukuzawa managed to learn, that the entity aren't from their world. It came from different world. According to Katai, the entity was hiding behind the screen.

So, they have a Viewer. Now, Ranpo should uncover, how friendly they are.

And then time reset.

And Ranpo, once again, was a fourteen-year-old boy who was looking for a job.

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When they start feeling your presence

🕵🏻 Ranpo, for now, decide to go with the flow.

🕵🏻 This experience, for certain, will help him learn more about the Entity/Viewer.

🕵🏻 Rampo, once again, exposed the secretary's crime.

🕵🏻 And this time, he heard a voice.

"Wow, [||||||||||||||] in fourteen! Ranpo [||||||||||||] unique. Wish [|||||||||||||] our world [|||||] like him."

🕵🏻 Ranpo felt, like the crowd of people were cheering for him. So, the Entity liked, when he shows his skills? Then he will show them to The Entity.

🕵🏻 During the walk to the theater, Ranpo noticed, that Fukuzawa looked even more exhausted, then the first time. He stopped at the middle of the road and point at Ranpo. "Fifty one," Then, Fukuzawa pointed at the sky. "Thirty". Without elaborating, he countine walking. Ranpo decide not to pry.

🕵🏻 The rest of the investigation happened the same way as before. Only, when Fukuzawa was lecturing him for been reckless, The Entity was also lecturing him. The Entity was worried about him. Ranpo start liking the entity.

🕵🏻 The time 'resets again'. Ranpo 'woke up" in the warehouse. Atsushi, dressed in rugs, were laying on the ground. They were back in their real time.

🕵🏻 And then, Ranpo was again investigating the death of Detective Yamagiwa.

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"The city police are as lacking as ever, I see. They would never catch a single criminal without my support. My Super Deduction ability is the best in this Agency…no, the entire country! No wonder they rely on me so much!"

Ranpo heard a quiet laugh.

"has the right" "professional" "valuable"

"Ranpo, you do have a huge Ego. But, you do have skills. And, besides, you have a good heart. Good job, Ranpo"

Ranpo felt, like he was petted by an invisible force.

[In reality, you pet manga's page with Ranpo on it.]

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🕵🏻 Ranpo, who likes you before, now really likes you.

🕵🏻 After seeing, that his friends are going back to normal, Ranpo manage to investigate the presence faster.

🕵🏻 After thinking about your words, after asking others, who heard your words. Ranpo find the truth. He gathered all ADA.

"I finished the investigation. It seems, that our entity is a simple human. Like we are. They don't have ability. There are no abilities in their world. And they have no idea, that we can hear them."

🕵🏻 The next day all off them make a discussion. They need to find a way to your world. They don't have anything to do there, in their Yokohama. But you, you were out there, in different world. The kind soul, who are treating them like real human beings.

🕵🏻 More and more people joined them. They will escape from this world.

And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

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When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

🕵🏻 Ranpo will be smug, that he already has his own menu in game.

"Ranpo, your chibi is adorable"

"Love using this card skills. It seems like I am giving you candy."

"Kindergarten Ranpo! My heart!"

🕵🏻 Ranpo, with the help from Ango, will raise the number of "marble shines" you can do.

🕵🏻 Ranpo will be ready to give you an SSR ticket even for the level one marble.

🕵🏻 Ranpo will Google information about real world crimes. He is practicing his skills.

🕵🏻 He will show your world, that he is The Best Detective in The World. And you are under his protection.

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You Shine the Marble. Five "shines" were added. Soon, you will exchange marble for an SSR ticket.

You noticed, that you have another message in Gift Box.

From Ranpo.

With five SSR tickets attached to it.

"[Y/N], how is the biggest fan of The Greatest Detective in the World are doing? Hope, soon we will investigate something interesting. Take care. Edogawa Ranpo"

You open the"Marble" menu again and pet Ranpo's sprite.

"Well, if you want to see me as your assistant, I don't mind, Mister The Greatest Detective in the World"

You didn't notice, that Ranpo's sprite opens his eyes.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Back in Time P.1 ⏳| Agent K/MIB Imagine

An AU of MiB—takes place during MIB3

Part 2 | my masterlists

Characters & Pairings: Agent K x MiB agent!reader (romantic)

Content warnings: fluff, profanity, angst, mentions of death, violence, age gape (read the note below), cannon divergence, suggestive themes, shitty realities women & queer had to go through in the 60s, friends/strangers-to-lovers | female!reader (she/her) | wc 9.3k

Premise: The universe was full of secrets. Y/I learned that in 1997 when she signed her name on the dotted line, swearing her life to MiB with the promise to protect all life: humans and visitors alike. But her world flips upside down in 2012, when the secrets her longtime partner K come knocking at their door. Leading Agent Y/I to go on a wild goose chase to 1969 and employ a young K to stop a madman from killing him...but he doesn't know that just yet.

Note: disclaimer I do not own MiB or the characters mentioned, This is fanfic for fun and while most of the scenes are from the MiB movies I did change most of the dialogue for Y/I. ALSO here is the whole age-gap thing: K was born in 1940, reader born in 1964--24 yr age gap (I know I said I’d never do large age gaps more than 10+ years but this is one exception.) In 1997 K is 57, reader is 33. In 2002 K is 62, reader is 38. In 2012 K is 72, reader is 48. In 1969 K is 29, reader is 48, young reader is 5. Your Initial = Y/I, Y/h/c = your hair color, y/e/c = your eye color. In the movie Boris killed on July 15th, 1969, changed this to July 11th 1969.

Y/I = Your First Initial. Y/h/c = Your Hair Color

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2012

The last thing Y/I expected when she woke up that morning and headed into HQ was she’d be the only one to remember her grumpy, always serious, and sometimes melodramatic partner, Agent K. The man who showed her there was more than what meets the eyes in the stars of the night sky. A shooting star? More like the source of a new arrival. As humans were not the only ones to call Earth their home.

Aliens walked among them.

Y/I remembered it like it was yesterday. One minute she’s chasing a culprit in New York as Detective Y/n L/n of the NYPD, the next she’s being fitted in a black suit, identity wiped across all government systems, donning only her initial, Y/I. From there her life turned a complete 180.

Over the course of their 15-year partnership there was never a dull moment. Well 10 years actually when you count the fact the first five years of Y/I career was without K. They’d safely captured the galaxy and disposed of the bug in 1997, her first job after K recruited her. Then he goes saying he wants to retire and orders Y/I to nueralize him. The next five years Y/I went through partners like clockwork. Unable to connect to one like K and neuralzing them left and right.

It just wasn’t the right fit. Which confused the woman greatly because they had literally been partners for a week. Surely anyone else could fit the role. But for some reason Y/I butted heads with everyone Zed set her up with.

Then in 2002 all leads at finding the Light of Zartha points back to K, causing Y/I to recruit him back to MIB and remind him of the life he once had. Of course the task was better said than done. K was as stubborn and cynical even without his MIB persona, believing to have been in a coma for 35 years.

Y/I wanted to strangle him the second he got his memory back. Furious to discover the bastard had neuralized himself so he’d forget where he put the Light of Zartha. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Of course K had a plan. He always did. Which was annoying for the young agent since he hardly ran his ideas past her before going through with them. Honestly Y/I believed K was betting on luck half the time.

But who was she to complain when it always worked in their favor.

The most downright awkward moment between the two happened during their high speed chase trying to get Serleena off their trail. K, forgetting he’d been away from MIB for five years and that the cars were newly modeled, pressed the red button causing them to go into hypersonic mode. And Laura, who Y/I had been casually seeing over the course of the investigation and had grown rather affectionate of the beautiful woman, got to witness it all from the backseat.

“Okay here we go automatic pilot,” K fiddled with the controller resembling one that belonged to a playstation before pressing a button, prompting a decoy to pop out in front of K. Unfortunately, a decoy was all it was. Not taking control of the ship at all causing K to lean over with annoyance plastered on his face. “It is not automatic pilot.”

“He doesn’t operate at hyperspeed,” Y/n’s gave an ‘I told you so,’ face.

“I could really use a steering wheel!”

“Tough luck we don’t have a steering wheel! This is what we got,” her hand gestured to control, reaching over to press the button removing the decoy. K threw his hands up in defeat. Y/I huffed, “didn’t your mother ever get you a GameBoy?”

“What is a GameBoy?!”

Sweet Jesus she couldn’t believe it. What’s a GameBoy? Did this man live under a rock? She was going to have to change that. Bringing her finger up in a stern point, Y/I ordered the man, “You know what, move.” K’s jaw dropped in a ‘O’. “Move!”

And before either had the time to process, Y/I lifted herself off the seat, swung her leg over and straddled K. His eyes practically bulged out of his head, hands going to her hips. The action made her jolt forward, yelping as her thighs pressed against his and feeling something brush against her groin. They both froze, eyes locking as Y/I heard K gulp.

Oh. Fire ignited in the agent. Migrating all the way to her face she prayed didn’t show. K was packing.

Instantly she leaned against the door, pushing the man to get the hint and he quickly ushered himself over the middle console. Face red like a tomato. When they both got situated the car was completely silent. K adjusting his tie while Y/I took hold of the joystick and cleared her throat.

“Alright then.”

Luckily, for her sanity, everything worked out. Serleena indisposed, New York saved once again from a homicidal maniac, and Y/I got her partner back. Only downside was having to say goodbye to Laura, who’d been revealed to be the long lost princess and, quite literally, the Light of Zartha. K was kind enough to give Y/I and Laura a moment to say goodbye. And when a lone tear fell from Y/I’s eyes watching the spaceship ascend to the skies, K was there with a tissue and comforting hand.

They never talked about that moment in the car. And frankly Y/I wanted to erase the memory of her mounting K while at Hyperspeed from her mind. Even half tempted to neuralize herself. But as much as it mortified her, Y/I felt a bit giddy. A bit of her ego boosted at making K speechless….and a bit more.

Her mind quickly shot that down. Remembering this man was her partner--who she went to extreme lengths for to get back--her superior once K got settled back at MIB, and the tiny fact he was a whole generation older than her. Literally. When she did the math it was almost 25 years between them.

Now Y/I had nothing against older men. She loved a silver fox as much as any other, and honestly preferred them to guys younger than her. At the bars she drew them in like wildfire. Never having to pay for her drinks. Then when she was 25 still a detective Y/I had a two year relationship with a man 12 years her senior.

But this was K. They’d really only known each other for maybe a week during that whole bug debacle before the shit with Serleena. It would be highly unprofessional.

Though she can’t lie. The man looked good in his 60s.

Ten years later the two were MIB’s best duo when it came to handling extraterrestrial business and keeping the world safe from unwanted visitors. Y/I with her charm and K with his quick wit, they were unstoppable.

“Don’t worry, K, you can sit this one out,” she’d tease, adjusting the cuffs of her suit with a confident smile. “I got this.”

He’d match her grin, “sure you do, slick.” Then he’d start walking and get right to work leaving her behind.

“Are you ever going to let me drive?”

“Maybe next year.”

“You said that last year, K.”

“I did?” his feigned confusion with a shrug, “Hmm don’t recall.” Like always, he was met with her groan, hearing her head fall back against the seat in defeat.

“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent driver, K.”

He chuckled under his breath, casting a brief glance, “Don’t doubt it, sweetheart, now call Zed and let him know we’re on the way back.”

What could go wrong? Apparently everything.

They’d been on a job the previous night. Investigating Wu’s following suspicious activity and K wasn’t acting like his usual self. On edge, behaving in ways Y/I kept wondering what had crawled up his ass.Then all hell broke loose causing them to lose each other at one point. When Y/I finally made it to the roof, out of breath and in desperate need of a drink, she discovered K wasn’t alone. Greeted with an alien named Boris the Animal.

And he was not the happy camper. In fact, he broke out of prison just to hunt K down.

Later on K vaguely explained the history between him and Boris. “I should’ve killed him,” were his exact words, surprising the agent. She’d always known K to be the man to see all life as precious. He’d take the risk in apprehending a suspect rather than putting them down. Boris, however, did not fall under that.

The night ended with K pulling a play out of left field by suspending Y/I for four weeks when she refused to let go of not pursuing Boris. Who’s arrival shook K to his core. Quite literally. And when he called her that night to say, “you know what the most destructive force in the universe is?”

“Sugar,” Y/I sarcastically replied, not really in the mood.

“Regret.”

She went silent for a moment, “You don’t have to wait. Just talk.”

“I promised you the secrets of the universe nothing more,” K reminded her, making the woman roll her eyes in frustration.

“So what, K? There’s secrets out there the universe doesn’t know about? How can we be partners if you can’t even trust me?” When he didn’t answer, Y/I had enough and hung up. Unaware the man on the other end was holding himself together. So desperately wishing he could tell her the truth. The whole truth.

Falling asleep not long later, Y/n woke the next morning like any other day. Completed her morning routine, whipped up some breakfast and nursed a cup of chocolate milk. Something she hadn’t had since grade school but got the sudden crave for. Slicked back her mix match hair into a tidy bun, gave one last look in the mirror to make sure her suit was nice and tidy before heading out the door.

The entire journey to headquarters felt weird. Unexplainable really. A dreaded feeling in Y/I’s chest on the verge of making her physically sick. But what was it?

When she arrived at HQ Y/I was greeted in the elevator by a man she didn’t recognize, but somehow knew her. Saying he was Agent AA and they’d been partners for a while sending Y/I into a frenzy, “I have no idea who you are, and we are certainly not partners. Where’s K?”

“Who’s K?”

“Who’s K?” she repeated, making him flinch by her sudden shout. “You know who I’m talking about. K! Agent K--the best MIB has ever seen. He’s my partner--My K!” Y/I pushed based AA to frantically search for K. Anxiety rose each time she asked a passing agent where he was and they said they had no clue who she was talking about. “K!” she kept calling for him, saying how it wasn’t funny to be playing a prank on her after their argument last night. But with each second Y/I was becoming scared. Circling in the middle of HQ until she finally broke with a pained scream that echoed through the building, “Kaaayy!!!”

It was then O dragged Y/I to her office, stating she was in charge of MIB….and that Agent K had been dead since 1969.

“Okay, you’ve got it all wrong,” Y/I chuckled to avoid having a mental breakdown right there. She was beginning to hyperventilate, struggling to process the buffoonery. There’s no way in hell K was dead. And that he had been for 40+ years. “K is not---what-whatever joke this is needs to stop--.”

“This isn’t a joke, Agent Y/I--.”

“K can’t be dead! That is impossible--I-I just did a job with him last night. We were on the phone before I went to bed. This is insane!! I am not crazy!!” Y/I leaned back in her chair, apologizing for the outburst when she saw how O was staring at her. “I’m sorry, O. That was out of line. But, O please,” she stood up, pleading with her eyes. “You have to understand that this--.” she gestured to the vicinity, “was not my reality yesterday. Something happened to K in the last twelve hours and we need to get to the bottom of it.”

There were a lot of things Y/I accepted in life. Her father left when she was five. Her family kicked her out at 18 when they caught her with a girl. Ex boyfriend cheating on her because her detective job had her working long night shifts. Blockbuster closing down. The Mets losing the World Series year after year. Pepsi replacing Coca-Cola in the MIB vending machines.

But a world without K? Y/I refused to accept it.

So that’s how she found herself at the top of a skyscraper about to make a time jump into 1969. Jeffrey, the store clerk she tracked down who gave Boris the means to travel back in time, followed behind her.

“Okay, you know the rules of time jumps, right?”

Y/I wobbled on her heels, doing her best to not look down. The wind blew in her face, “give me the short version.”

“Okay. You want to save your partner, word of advice: stay away from him.”

“Yeah got it,” Y/I nodded, making a motion with her hand. “Stay away from K just kill Boris.”

“Now,” Jeffrey handed her a pair of goggles. “Take these because it gets pretty windy on the way down.” Y/I spluttered a sound.

“The way down?!”

Jeffrey either doesn’t register the dumbfounded expression plastered on her or chooses to ignore it. “With your eyes tearing up it’s hard to read the time dial plus,” he offers a smile, “it helps you look like a real time traveler. Which is cool.” Her face never changed.

“There’s no way in hell I am jumping off of this building!”

“Time. Jump,” his face reads, ‘what did you think it meant?’ Y/I just gulps, peering out into the distance. Contemplating her life choices. Meanwhile Jeffrey pulls out the time dial, “Okay now I gotta set this thing to the 11th. Uhhh,” his fingers work over the device. Setting it to July 11th, 1969. “That seems right….ish.”

Y/I lifted her head to stare at him, “I’m gonna need that to be on the money, Jeffrey. Time is at stake here. Literally.”

“Now, all you gotta do…is jump,” passing the dial, he gives her a light push on the back, making her stumble and go, “hey-hey, stop. I don’t need to fall to my death before you finish telling me what I’m supposed to be doing.” Slowly itching herself to the edge, Jeffrey explained the final steps.

“Now as soon as you’re moving fast enough that circle is going to fill up with some sort of green time travel liquid or some such and it’s going to glow really bright--” Y/I cursed when she nearly slipped, catching her hand on the smooth surface. ‘God, I shouldn't have chosen today to wear my heels.’

“As soon as that happens you need to break that blue laser line with your thumb to complete the circuit,” Jeffrey scans their view. “At this height that should be uhhh…let’s see massive Earth and 30 something feet per minute uh--.”

The fear of jumping off a building combined with the stress of failing to save K, Y/I felt the pressure break. “It’s 32 feet per second per second.”

“That sounds right--ish,” Y/I mentally groaned at his lack of confidence. “So that would be, I guess uh, about two feet off the ground.”

“Then I break the laser line?”

“No, don't break it!”

“I mean when I’m fast enough,” Y/I reiterates and receives a thumbs up.

“Sounds good.” Well that didn't help her at all.

“So do I break the laser line or do I not break the laser line?”

“Do not lose that time device,” Jeffrey warns, making the woman sigh and accept she’s going to have to wing it and pray she lives to tell. “Or you will be stuck in 1969.” He didn’t have to say anything else for Y/I to understand. She was going to be a fish out of water.

Was it too late to change her clothes and dye her hair?

“How will I know if it works?” She asked, stomach dropping at the sight of spaceships entering the atmosphere. The Boglodite invasion had begun.

“You’ll either know…or you won’t.”

“Fucking A,” Y/I pulled the goggles over her head. They were tight against her skin, but she was able to at least breathe.

Before he left, Jeffrey had one last thing to say. And it really put into perspective how important K was to Y/I. “You must really love this guy to do this.”

“Yeah,” she muttered under her breath, tightness in her chest while heat flooded her veins. “I guess I do.” She brushed the intense feeling as platonic love for K. Their partnership had lasted 10 years. He was more than just a colleague, he was her best friend. Turning back to Jeffrey before he could leave, she yelled, “Wait! How come I remember K but nobody else does?”

“Woah!” Jeffrey exclaimed, looking as if she just unlocked the key to immortality. “Woah! That means you were there.”

“I was where?” She didn’t understand. Yeah she was alive in 1969, five years old in fact. But what the hell does he mean by she was there?

“If you survive you gotta come back and tell me everything, okay!”

“What are you talking about? Where was I?!” she was interrupted by a ship attacking a nearby building. Jeffrey ushering her off.

“You gotta go! Go! Go! Go!,” he fled to safety, leaving Y/I alone on the rooftop. More ships attacked, sending an alarm across the city for residents to seek shelter. Below Y/I made out their screams.

Time dial in hand, Y/I said a mental prayer, “I’m coming for ya, K,” and leaped to her destiny.

1969

Once Y/I settled her heart rate and mentally cheered in victory she didn’t die, her feet carried her off the rooftop and down the elevator. Had her mind not been preoccupied, she would’ve found humor in the man who looked rather scared out of his wits when she entered the elevator. Clutching the paper close to his chest while giving her an odd once over.

“What’s today?” Y/I picked up on his adversary, not meeting her eye at all.

“Tuesday,” he said shortly.

“The date,” she corrected with a sigh.

“The 11th.”

“Of?”

“July?”

“My man, what’s the year?”

“Nine-nineteen sixty-nine.”

“Thank you,” she threw a hand up, startling him more. “God, and I thought people sucked at answering simple questions where I’m from.” She left the elevator in a haste once it hit the lobby floor, rushing out the doors to a 60s New York.

After stealing a rich man’s car, neuralizing two cops and knicking a bottle of coca-cola from a vendor to quench her time travel thirst, Y/I finally made it to Coney Island. Approaching any and everyone to see if they’d seen Boris.

“He’s about six foot, gnarly beard and looks like he could use some screen,” the young couple hippy kept eyeing her up and down, expressions mixed with weariness and awe. It’s not everyday a woman in a dressy suit approaches to ask you questions. Y/I huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I take that as a no?”

It was like this all morning and Y/I was starting to lose hope. But she had to stay. It said in the records Boris murders an alien on July 11th at Coney Island. Maybe if she could find him she’d save another life.

A scream filled her ears, Y/I running in the direction of the ferris wheel. Breaking through a curtain with her gun raised where she found a body laying on the ground. “Shit,” she muttered, head raising a second later to thumping.

There, leaping across the panels of the ferris wheel, was Boris. Y/I trained her blaster up, eyes following Boris’ until she could get a clear shot. She predicted he’d jump to the large billboard, so she focused her aim to await him.

But fate had other plans.

As soon as she lined up the shot Y/I felt cold pressure against her temple. Blood rushed as she mentally cursed herself. Then a familiar southern drawl filled her ears.

“We’ll take it from here.”

“K?” she gasped, eyes wide as saucers. Smiling as she turned to see him, young and alive, “K!”. ‘Damn K was a stud.’ However the happy reunion was cut short when the agent remembered this was a young K. His face visibly surprised at the mention of his name. Y/I once again cursed at herself.

He didn’t know who the fuck she was.

His defensive demeanor showed that. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to lower your weapon and come with me, ma’am.” Had this been her K she would’ve teased the fact that even so young authority seeped off him. Carrying himself in a way Y/I was sure he had gals falling to his feet left and right.

But she couldn’t tease him. This wasn’t her K. And this K looked like he was about five seconds from losing his patience.

“Sorry, pretty boy,” she found her voice, his face shifting at the nickname. “Can’t let that happen.” Before K could blink, Y/I shot her arm up to push his blaster away, kneeing his stomach causing K to grunt and bend over, before kicking his legs. She made a mental note to apologize to future K once she returns home.

If she manages to pull this off.

Once K was down, Y/I took her chance to run. Unfortunately she didn’t get far. Heading in the direction Boris fled, Y/I got caught in a maze of tents, unable to find her way out. She stomped her foot, “Dammit.” It was there K found her, tackling the agent from behind, “Ooof--!” They rolled on the harsh ground, scuffling their suits and shoes before coming to a stop. K kicked Y/I’s blaster away, annoying her greatly, “Rude.”

They engaged in a small brawl. Which was pretty much Y/n doing all she could to escape and K attempting to get the upper hand but falling short. It was a new thing for K. Having an opponent on his level. He’d never had his work cut out for him until now. This woman was something else. She intrigued him.

After two whole minutes of fighting, they were becoming tired and frustrated. K took a blow to his rib, Y/I’s hair now loose from the hair tie snapping. It came to a climatic end when they fell back onto a curtain and tumbled onto a table full of orange crates. Moaning as they made impact with the ground. Y/I pushed herself up only to yelp in pain and fall back as electricity filled her veins.

The bastard tased her.

Breathing heavily, K wiped the sweat from his forehead. Leaning back on his knees as he observed the unconscious woman in front of him. Now that he got a better look, K assessed her to be in her mid to late 30s. Striking features with signs of aging, some wrinkles by her eyes and smile lines, but breathtakingly beautiful. Hair styled in an unusual fashion. Two toned in a way K couldn’t tell if it was natural on the sides framing her face or if they were purposely dyed a stunning white/gray. The top of her head was layered in y/h/c. Her makeup relatively simple with the exception of bold red painting her lips.

The most interesting detail of the gorgeous woman was she adored a black suit just like him. She stuck out like a sore thumb when all the women wore dresses and skirts. Yes, some wore pants, but a woman in a sleek black suit and tie? Unheard of. Not to mention her suit was made in a different fashion than his own. More tight on her figure, thinner tie, not as boxy on the shoulders.

K’s suspicion rose when he found fancy gadgets in the pockets of her blazer. He’d made sure to disarm her in the event she woke before they arrived at HQ. Besides her gun, he discovered a pen-like tool, and a circular device reading the current date. ‘What the hell?’ he thought to himself, examining the tools closely before pocketing them. Brows raised to his hairline when he found her badge, the MIB logo in bold printed above her identity.

Agent Y/I.

“Huh,” K hummed in wonder, “Well I’ll be damned.” He glanced down at the fallen agent, lingering on her features, “Now that’s something you don’t see everyday.” Badge in hand, K gently lifting the woman in his arms to take to his car. But not before neuralizing the crowd that had gathered around them.

Whoever she was, K was going to find out.

Y/I awoke with a groan. Feeling tension in her neck and back and throat dry as a desert. Bright lights filled her vision, causing her to blink rapidly until the blurriness became clear. Making her brows furrow at the sight of a very different MIB headquarters she was used to. For starters this one had color. Burnt orange furniture and bulky furniture to fit the times. It was buzzing with MIB agents and travelers from other worlds. Y/I heard one alien on the phone with his dad begging to bail him out.

Good luck with that buddy.

Still feeling the numbness from the voltage, Y/I massaged her jaw with her hand, groaning lightly as she turned her head to scan the rest of HQ. A sudden gasp leaving her as she found K staring at her, making her jolt in her seat.

“Christ, K,” a groan left her throat, eyes narrowed at the man--who again observed her with skepticism. “Would it kill a girl to ask you to turn the electricity down on that thing? I can barely feel my tongue.” He cut right to the chase.

“How do you know my name?”

‘Fuck,’ Y/I gritted her teeth. Pissed at herself for making a simple mistake. Now she had to improvise. Something K always clowned her for. “What? Cause I called you ‘K’?” She could tell he wanted to smirk at her nervous chuckle. “No, I call everybody K. It’s my thing really--What up, K?” the person passing the two gave a look, and the agent continued the ruse much to K’s displeasure. “Kaaaaayyyyy, pasa. Yeah, you know how it is.”

God this was embarrassing. But she was too deep now.

K turned in his chair around to grab something off the desk, “Now that I know what you look like when you’re lying.” Placing the items in front of Y/I, she mentally cursed. It was her neuralizer, gun, badge and time travel device. “Won’t you show me what you look like when you’re telling the truth?”

Oh boy. She hadn’t thought of him confiscating the stuff she had. Super important stuff. How was she going to get out of this? K was the smartest man alive. He’ll know she’s lying no matter how much she tries to deceive him. Time was running out and she needed to get away fast.

Putting on a convincing smile, Y/I leans her elbow on the corner of K’s desk. “I won those at Coney Island on the ring toss,” the lie was met with a gesture of her hand, like she actually was tossing a ring.

“I won a stuffed bear once, but never one of these,” he shakes his head, giving that damn smile where he knows she’s lying. Of course he fucking knew. “Must be good, slick.” God there was the nickname. The one that in the beginning Y/I hated but learned to love as it was only reserved for her. Hearing the younger K say it brought comfort to the agent, reminding her why she was in 1969 in the first place.

“All right, sir,” she pulled herself together, becoming serious which surprised him a bit. “I was minding my own business. I was out there waiting for my girl, who, by the way, is probably worried sick looking for me right now. So I-I just need my things and I need to get back to her.”

“What’s ya gal’s name?”

“Huh?”

“Your gal,” K repeated with a smirk, “what’s her name?” The question threw her off, but then Y/I she did, in fact, say she was waiting for a girl and not a guy. Forgetting she was in 1969 where lgbtq+ unfortunately dealt with prominent homophobia and persecution. ‘Fuck’ she thought again, hoping young K was just as accepting as his older self. Who, when Y/I told him she was bisexual his reply was, “I know, slick.”

By some God awful reason, Y/I’s brain melted at having to come up with a fake girlfriend name, “Schtaron” saying it aloud even made her cringe.

K even looked surprised, eyebrows raising as though he misheard her. “Schtaron?” Well she couldn’t take it back now. So Y/I did the only thing she could do: nod, accepting her fate. K’s mouth opened slightly, processing the information. “I bet Schtaron likes that suit of yours. Hm?”

Y/I peered down at her outfit where K was looking. Crisp black suit matching his only a tad different in style. She raised a brow in defiance, “What, it’s a crime to wear a black suit?”

K shrugged, finger brushing his bottom lip, “Not a crime, but it makes you stick out compared to the other pretty ladies wearing pencil dresses and skirts.”

“Yeah well,” Y/I scoffed with a roll of the eyes. “You men haven’t realized yet that women can rock a three-piece suit and tie better than y’all.” As though confirming her words, Y/I heats up when K gives another glance over her suit. From the tie around her neck to the red bottom heels on her feet.

Obviously he didn’t recognize the shoes since Louboutins didn’t release until the 90s, but K was still impressed nonetheless she’d be brave to wear such footwear in that line of work.

He leaned back in his chair, turning away when he was caught staring, red creeping up his neck and hand raising to adjust his tie. Y/I smirked, pleased with his reaction, while battling the warmth feeling in her chest. Part of her wanted to poke fun at him like she usually did, but there was a job to do.

“All right, listen, pretty boy,” she gets his attention back, visibly reacting to the nickname, “I haven’t done anything wrong except be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I need to get out of here,” she slaps a hand down on the stack of files in front of her, “I cannot be here with you.” They’re suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a beautiful blonde.

“Terribly sorry,” she apologizes to Y/I before turning to K. “X is frightfully upset about the whole Coney Island incident.” K moves to grab his cup of coffee, meanwhile Y/I could not contain herself and was openly checking the blonde out. Which K caught and had to do a double take.

“Alright thanks for the heads up,” he takes a sip, wincing at the bitter taste, “Oh, man, this coffee tastes like dirt.” Y/I snapped her head to him in shock before turning back to the woman, ‘no fucking way,’ her suspicions were confirmed seconds later.

“What do you expect? It was--.”

“Just ground this morning,” Y/I finishes the saying, eyes wide and grin threatening to expand. “O?” ‘Damn O has always been fine.’

Both faced her, expressions of bewilderment. Especially O who had yet to know who Y/I was. It was further proof to younger K Y/I was hiding something big.

Realizing her mistake Y/I attempted to do damage control. “No, I call ladies ‘O’,” her hand waves. Feeling small under K’s hard stare. “To me, O is feminine, K is masculine.” What the actual hell was coming out of her mouth? She didn’t know and couldn’t stop, “You know, I see a couple, I’m like, “O-K.” Before anyone had the chance to react to the utter bullshit she spewed, X was rounding the corner. K dropping a large booklet on top of Y/I’s stuff.

“What a mess,” X exclaimed, standing beside O. “Any casualties?”

“Yes, Roman the Fabulist.”

O appeared devastated by this news. Almost like she could cry whereas X just rephrased the question to specify, “Any human casualties.” Y/I narrowed her brows slightly, offended by the audacity of X which didn’t go unnoticed by K. He matched her expression. To him, all life was precious. Humans and aliens alike.

“No, sir,” Y/I picked up on his strained tone. It was then X turned his attention to the woman seated in front of him with a piercing glare, “Who the hell is this?” He was put off not just by her scowl, but the fact she wore a suit and had mixed-match hair.

“Look, I was…” K interrupted before she could make a fool of herself.

“Stray human caught in the net.”

“Code 43 her and throw her back,” X ordered. O, sensing there was more to the story, diverted X away from the desk, “Sir, you’re gonna be late for a meeting with the Viagrans. They have a revolutionary new pill.” Y/I tilted her head at O’s words, ‘What the hell? Viagrans? New Pill? Oh my….’ She wanted to laugh at the irony, but K was back in front of her, serious as ever.

“Okay, slick,” he leaned on his elbows, waiting for the woman to come clean. Y/I kept her guard up, shaking her head furiously and sticking with the stupid story, “I was waiting for my girl.”

“Schtaron.”

“Yes,” Y/I wanted to crawl under the desk and hide, “she’s….Greek. It’s a family name--very unique.”

A moment of silence passes and K finally gives up. Accepting he was going to have to use unorthodox methods to get answers. “Okay. Just one last thing…..an eye exam.”

Oh no.

Any attempt Y/I made to escape was to no avail. They caught and strapped her to a stretcher like contraption, after she put down three men and managed to disarm K again, making his jaw drop. They wheeled her to a room, her eyes landing on a large machine resembling a device she was all too familiar with. “That’s not an eye exam, K,” she shouted appalled, “That’s a big ass neuralizer!”

“You sure have a lot of information for a gal who doesn’t know anything,” he approached the control machine.

“I see what you’re saying. Woah--!” They spun upside down. “You know what, K, we need to hold up a second. K!” Her y/h/c and white hair fell over her face, Y/I blowing air to get it out of the way. Necklaces smacking her cheek.

A man in a lab coat and white suit approached her. Leaning down with an object in his hand. “Let’s just get this bite guard in here.” Y/I clacked her teeth in an attempt to bite him.

“Hey. Back up,” she did it again, causing him to draw back. “Back the fuck up. I’m not afraid to bite you.” The stretcher jolted up, making it to where she was level with the machine. “K, listen,” she pleaded with a chuckle, “I think we got off on the wrong foot, all right? So let’s stop this show and talk for a second. Don’t put me in this thing, K!”

K thought about it for a moment before replying, “Too late, lass,” and pressed a button. Y/I groaned, stretcher moving to enter the vessel.

“K, no, you have to listen to me. I can help you with this case!” her pleas went ignored, K focusing on the dial. “K!” She makes a face, “I’m doing the truth face--you’re missing it!”

“Ah, I’ll just use my imagination.”

Buzzing filled the room. The neuralizer was closed and locked, beginning to spin in a circle as it lit up. Y/I started feeling nauseous, struggling against the holds. “K, I’m after the same killer you’re looking for. He’s a Boglodite named Boris.”

“Ship has sailed, amiga.”

The dizziness was becoming intense, Y/I blinked her eyes, “K, if we don’t get him now we’ll have to deal with two of them. Two!” K adjusts his headset.

“You had my undivided attention.”

“One will have one arm, and one will have two,” she informs, neuralizer speeding up. Now her heart was about to burst from her chest, desperation consuming her. “K! Listen to me, please!” the stretcher set in place as it locked in. “If you erase me you’ll be erasing the whole world!”

“Fifteen seconds to neuralyzation. Fourteen.”

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” Y/I mumbled, the fear now setting in. The last time she felt terrified--besides that morning--was after getting poisoned by an alien stinger while on a job in 2003. Never had she seen K so scared. Cursing at everyone and breaking every traffic law to get back to HQ. So frighteningly angry he nearly threw hands with Zed while O had to step in to calm him down.

“Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven.” her thoughts became fuzzy. Neurons pulling apart and pushing together. The area of the brain dedicated to memory being targeted causing her mind to spin. “Ten. Nine. Eight.” The least she could do before her brain was scrambled was warn K one last time. “When you see Boris tomorrow, K, kill him. Do not arrest him, you have to kill him!”

“Six. Five. Four.”

Y/I’s eyes closed, steadying her breathing to calm herself and not allow the fear to take over. Memories started to play like a film. From her childhood, to adolescence. High school and police academy. Her time as a detective to the moment she met K. Discovering the world beyond Earth. Every mission, every job. Every precious moment she took for granted.

Outside, K kept replaying her words. Warnings. Whoever she was, she knew too much. Between the technology, the suit, knowing his name as well as O’s, this woman had a past. A past with the same man he needed to find.

For God’s sake she had an MIB badge. She was one of them.

‘Fucking hell.’ “Three. Two. On--.” K stood abruptly and smacked his hand down on the button to shut it down before it could reach one.

Y/I let out a breath of relief, feeling the contraption slow down until it came to a stop. Lights shutting off. “Is this thing off, K? Hey, I don’t think it’s off all the way--can you check real quick?” Cranking her neck as best she could, Y/I desperately needed an Advil. “It’s still whirring and buzzing. I don’t know if I don’t know nothing.” Now she was being dramatic. But who could really blame her after nearly getting her memory erased.

The stretcher exited the machine, pulling Y/I upright causing her hair to become a wild mess. K approached, headset off, and watched her carefully. “I knew Roman. His wife cooked me dinner once and while it was not pleasant, he was my friend.” The men unlatched the metal straps holding Y/I in place, K stepping forward to extend a hand so she’d safely step off while saying, “Last chance, who are you and what do you know?” She took his hand, both flinching at the tiny shock that occurred and Y/I stumbled back once on her feet so they had a bit of distance, but still close. Inhaling, Y/I spilled all K needed to know in one breath.

“I’m an agent at Men in Black, but I’m from the future--we’re partners, ok? Twenty-five years from now you’re going to recruit me in New York, and fourteen years after that, the guy you didn’t let me kill today at Coney Island, he escapes from prison, and jumps back into the past and unleashes a full scale invasion of Earth,” Y/I checks her watch briefly, “we’ve got approximately four days and ten hours to catch him and kill him. So really, we need to go right now because he can be anywhere!” She let out a small groan, letting the air catch up. Nerves arose at K’s blank stare. Y/I unable to tell what he was thinking and that brought great annoyance.

They stayed like that for a moment. Staring at each other in silence. Y/I allowed her shoulders to drop, sighing in the process.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, K turned on his heel toward the door, “Alright.” Puzzled, Y/I blinked rapidly in question, but followed after the man.

“So that’s the story you believe.”

“That one was the truth,” K pointed out. “Wasn’t the whole truth, but I guess it’ll do for now.” Y/I looked at him offended.

“What the hell do you mean? Of course it’s the whole truth!” Liar. “I told you everything.” ‘No I didn’t, but what you don’t know won’t hurt ya.’ They entered the elevator, “The problem with a lie, K, is once you start lying you put yourself….” she trails off when he turns to her with a look of, ‘Don’t even try,’ Sighing again, Y/I licked her lips while placing her hands in her pockets, staring ahead rather than at K.

“Agent K,” a voice called from below as the elevator rose. They turned to find X and O. “What’s she still doing here?”

“Oh I might have cooked her for too long. Thought I’d better walk her out.” Catching on, Y/I said the first thing that came to her mind.

“I put my pants on.” K rolled his eyes, lifting his hand as if to say, ‘See what I mean?’ Once X looked satisfied and took his leave, K gently placed a hand on her shoulder to turn her back around. His touch sent another wave of heat. She straightened her posture, looking ahead.

Y/I jaw hurt from how hard she was holding her laugh. Squeezing her eyes shut, but she still felt K’s gaze, damn well knowing she’d break if she made eye contact. “Please stop looking at me before I lose it.”

“How’d you know--.”

The elevator jolted a stop, Y/I exiting first before K took the lead. She quickened her pace so they were next to each other. Outside K led her to his car, Y/I’s unable to contain her reaction at the sight of his car. A 1964 Ford Galaxy 500. She whistled as got into the car, missing how K was biting back a smirk.

The driver’s door slammed shut behind him, “Okay future-gal, where to?” Y/I’s brow raised, hands making a motion. She didn't have a damn clue at what to do next. Now that her original plan blew to shit.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” K parroted, just as confused and she made a face.

“I don’t know. Uh…go wherever you went last time.”

Did she forget she traveled back in time? “I haven’t been here last time. I didn’t tell you where I went?” She had to choose her next words carefully to not let anything slip. Nonetheless she let out a light chuckle.

“No, we don’t really talk.”

K huffed, adjusting himself in the seat, “What kind of partners sit in a car all day every day for 14 years and don’t talk?”

“Exactly,” her smile is tight, proving her point. She points a finger between the both of them, “and this is the type of problem it causes. It’s dysfunctional and annoying if I’m being quite honest. And technically we’ve been partners for ten years but that’s a long story and one for another day.” She didn’t miss the curious look that came over him, but it was quickly replaced with frustration.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he put one hand on the wheel while his arm laid across the headrest of the seats, face serious. “You better get useful real quick, or you’re going back to room 43.”

Y/I muttered something he couldn’t hear, turning away to gaze out the windshield. Brows furrowed deep in thought as she picked through her brain for any information.

“Okay, uh,” she bit her lip, “the file--the file I read about Boris before coming here said something about a factory,” she looked back at K, “something happened at a factory on the 13th.” She heard him sigh, and Y/I held back her own. “Look, pretty boy, I’m giving you all I got. You can stare at me with your jedi knight--,” she forgot Star Wars had yet to be released for another seven years. “Looking eyes, but that’s all--we’ve got two days to find out where he’s going.”

To her surprise, K started the car. She tilted her head, “oh, did that spark something for you, cowboy?”

“Roman had this on his person when he was murdered,” In his hand was a matchbook, Y/I reached to take it. On both sides read ‘Cosmo Lanes,’ the letters encased in bowling pins.

“It’s a matchbox.”

“No, it’s a clue,” K corrected, making her look at him puzzled. Then he answered her unspoken question, “He didn’t smoke.” They were off with the roar of the engine trailing behind. Off to Cosmo Lanes with their lead.

The entire drive Y/I kept stealing glances at K. Not hiding her intrigue at all or how she admired his features. Jet black hair, shiny and sleek. Smile lines--which she always found adorable. Brown eyes that twinkled whenever he smirked or gave a genuine smile.

She must’ve been staring because K snapped her out of it as he said, “You lose something over here, darlin’?”

Instead of becoming embarrassed and flinging herself out of the car, Y/I held her chin high, feeding off the confidence she usually carried herself with. Lip curling, as she tipped a brow up, “Say, K, I’m curious. How old are you?”

It took a moment for him to answer, “twenty-nine.”

“Wow,” Y/I hummed, making K give her a, ‘What is that supposed to mean?’ Her grin widened, tone taking a teasing nature, “Just that you got some city miles on ya.”

Now it was K’s turn to smirk, “You know I’m starting to understand why we don’t talk.” Y/I chuckled, facing forward in the seat. K turned down the music lightly, “Exactly what year in the future are you from?”

“Twenty-Twelve,” she heard him make a sound, like he was calculating his age in 2012. “Don’t worry, you're still a stud even in your old age. Silver hair suits you.”

“Glad to hear,” Y/I heard his smile, matching her own. “What you said earlier, about us being partners for ten years, what’d you mean by that?” She hadn’t expected that question, tightening her lips as she debated on opening that can of worms.

“Like I said, it's a long and complicated story.”

K’s eyes flickered to her, “we got time.”

She snorted, “Should I really be telling you? I’m not an expert in time travel, but what if telling you about what happens in the future inevitably dooms it?” All she received was a shrug, making her head fall back against the seat.

“Well,” she breathed through her nose, clicking her teeth. “As I mentioned--after you nearly fried my brain--you recruited me in ‘97, but after the first job you decided to retire and had me neuarlize you,” She briefly glanced to find K raising his brows, visibly surprised. “Then five years later in ‘02, you held the key to stopping a homicidal maniac so I had to drag you back to MiB. Once that was over, you just stayed,” leaning her head to look at K, Y/I smirked, “And we’ve been going now ten years strong. My longest relationship really--you should be honored.” She couldn’t help but tease, watching the man flush red.

Even as a young stallion K was easy to fluster.

“I love that,” she giggled lightly, looking away when he turned his head.

“What?”

“Oh nothing,” she jutted, but then came clean, unable to contain her laugh. “Just that you’re still easy to tickle.” Y/I didn’t see it, but K’s gaze lingered on her. Fondness peaking through as a million questions racked his brain but he refused to ask--the leading being just who was she to him? Yeah they were work partners, but call it intuition, K felt there was something more to Y/I and what she meant to him.

Whatever it was now was not the time to drown himself in theories. Gathering his priorities, K kept only two things in mind: 1) they had a job to do and 2) this woman was from his future. They needed to find Boris, stop him from changing the future, and get her back home.

They pulled up to the bowling alley, K shutting off the engine after putting the car in park. Y/I leaned forward to get a better look. “How well do you know this place?”

“I know its reputation.”

“I don’t like it,” she shook her head, finding it sketchy. “I hate going in blind. I’m gonna need my gun back.”

“Sure thing, slick,” a handcuff clasped on Y/I wrist, a gasp leaving her as he cuffed her to the steering wheel while she gaped at him like he lost his damn mind.

“K! What the hell?!” she fought against his grip, “I need to go in there with you!”

“You just sit tight. I’ll be fine.” K was out the door and entering the establishment. Leaving Y/I shouting after him, “Stop--K! You can’t go in by yourself. When I get back to the future I’m going to have serious words for you!” She puffed out a breath as his suit clad figure disappeared. Her hands searched around the car, ‘I wonder…’ reaching for the ashtray, Y/I made a ‘ah-ha!’ sound as she found the spare key underneath.

“Same old K,” the smirk stayed on her lips, freeing herself from the cuffs and racing out the car. Going quiet as she accessed the center to take in the scene. K had his gun on a man, who in turn had four guns pointed at him. Grabbing the first thing, a bowling pin, Y/I inched her way until she was bringing down the pin on the alien’s head. Promptly knocking him out.

“See you still keep the key under the ashtray,” she saw the flicker of what looked like astonishment.

“Lucky guess,” he played it off, facing the man who was not passed out on the floor. “Now, where were we?”

After landing a spare on the lanes, finding the owner’s dead body, and a call to O for information, the two tracked down where Boris was heading next. From what K said, it was the factory.

Now they had two days to spare until then. And frankly, Y/I was beat like a tennis ball after Wimbledon. She needed a hot shower, food, and at least ten hours of sleep. It was pushing close to 6pm and Y/I was about two seconds away from making a bed out of K's backseat.

“Where are we?” a yawn escaped her when the car came to a halt. Squinting at the unknown building they were in front of.

“My place,” K casually replied, exiting the car as if it were nothing while Y/I choked on her saliva.

“Your what?” The wind hit her as she climbed out, gawking at the man. People passing by gave them looks which they ignored. “Why are we at your place, K?”

His brow tipped up, “You’re exhausted. So we’ll pick things back up tomorrow.”

“Okay….” she agreed, but her tone was still confused. “That still doesn’t explain why we’re at your place.” Then it hit Y/I, heat filling her veins and she began to splutter. “K, If you’re insinuating what I think you are, I can go get a hotel.”

“Oh really and how are you gonna do that?” K countered, hands going in his pockets. “You don’t have any money on ya, sweetheart.” Y/I tilted her head in surprise.

“And just how do you know that?” She could’ve sworn she had her credit cards on her. Learning not to carry cash on her at times now that most places were switching to cards only or never had change in the registers.

Fuck K didn’t think about how that would sound. Face redding as he adjusted his jacked, “Um,” his throat cleared, “I confiscated everything on ya at HQ and there was no wallet. Just assumed you weren’t carrying any.”

Instantly Y/I fished for her MiB badge, where she hid her Capital One credit card. Flashing it to him, “I have this.”

“What is it?” He snatched it to get a better look. Reading the print of a name he assumed was her alias, several numbers in a line and expiration date. Not recognizing the company labeled at the top.

“My credit card,” she said as if it were obvious, forgetting where she was. K’s face was questioning, making Y/I go, “What?”

“This won’t work at a hotel, slick,” he passed the card back, but not before reading it one more time. Before she could ask why K gave the answer. “For starters Capital One doesn’t exist yet. And the expiration date will have everyone turning heads,” his face turned serious, “but the main thing, if you attempt to pay with that, the authorities are going to have a field day wondering how you managed to forge a credit account.”

Y/I’s jaw dropped, absolutely floored. Forge an account? Yeah the name on the card wasn’t her real name but it was the MiB issued credit card and worked perfectly fine. And she was certain she hadn’t maxed it out yet. It’d just been used on her daily bodega order that morning.

“This isn’t fake! I get it’s not my real name, but thanks to MiB it hasn’t let me down yet. How will it--,” she cut herself on as it crossed her mind. What he was trying to tell her without really saying it. Y/I brought a hand to her nose, scrunching it. Feeling stupid she hadn’t realized it sooner as a sigh left her, “I’m not supposed to have a credit card.”

In fact, no woman was supposed to have one. They wouldn’t get the right to open their own credit accounts until 1974. Where they’d be free without having a husband, father, or brother cosign on one.

Gotta love the 60s…..

“What’s it gonna be, slick?” K voice brought her back to reality. Lifting her eyes from the pavement to meet his. Air caught in her throat suddenly, ‘Wow K has beautiful eyes.’

“I’m taking the bed,” Y/I gave in, lighting a cigarette she stole from a pack in K’s car before heading into the building with one thing on her mind: sleep. “I deserve it after jumping off a damn building and almost having my brain cooked.”

[miloscat]

[Review] Wattam (PS4)

A goofy simulation-adventure-childhood-story-toy?

After directing the first two Katamari games and the experimental and toyetic Noby Noby Boy at Namco, Keita Takahashi went solo and has continued creating odd, playful games at various places. Despite a long, troubled development Wattam (which a trophy description informs me is a portmanteau of the Japanese word wa (ring) and the Tamil word vattam (circle)) continues that legacy.

Just like in Katamari Damacy, a cosmically destructive event has occurred, although the details are trickled out gradually. The result is a featureless plane of clouds, with a square platform all that remains of the world before, inhabited by the Mayor. This green cuboid gentleman is your player character, and (in a premise reminiscent of the webcomic 1/0) he has to recreate the objects and concepts that used to make up ordinary life from first principles, each one personified as a cutesy character with arms, legs, and a face. The Mayor can jump, climb, hold hands with other characters, and pick up things, but he also has a magic (non-damaging) bomb under his hat.

I would describe the experience as closest to an adventure game, accessible to kids for the most part. The next objective or event is handed to you and you play around with the mechanics to "welcome back" characters such as rocks, trees, body parts, toilet, rubber duck, chair, etc. At milestones a larger object appears, serving as a platform which can then move you between season-themed islands in the sky. Oh and did I mention that each and every object/character is playable and you can swap between them at any time?

While there's a lot to explain, the gameplay tries to keep it simple, although the physics simulation and utter chaos of countless characters stumbling around and interacting can make the necessary actions (stacking, forming a circle holding hands, getting the mouth to catch food objects and poop them out, etc.) difficult. Late in the game you also have all your little folks split between four islands, and working to find specific ones and bring them between islands can get tedious. There is a co-op mode where two players can help manage the chaos (or where a more experienced gamer could assist a younger one), but it sounds like both players have to stay on the same screen which is less helpful for these later scenarios.

The premise and the occasional emotional beat are interesting. Meeting new little people who personify concepts familiar to a child's life is a novel angle to a game, and I liked the idea that they spoke different languages as seen in little speech bubbles and their names (for me, this was English, a Cyrillic language, Korean, and Japanese respectively). The credits thank four names who are presumably the children of Takahashi and someone on the publishing team for inspiration, the idea being that the game in some way represents a child's growing understanding of their world. And the presentation is very childlike to fit this theme. I'm just not sure an actual child would have the patience to jump through some of the hoops on the way to the ending.

There's some fun moments along the way. The Mayor becoming a detective to track down missing roe eggs from a maki sushi, temporarily swapping out his hat and face to do so. Flying up on a balloon to retrieve a telephone handset from the Sun. A mock "boss fight" against a doll to reconstruct its face, with individual eyes/nose/mouth climbing up it. Each object has a Pikmin-style naive description of its nature and origin in a compendium. Also, after completing the story you can unlock Katamari's Prince and Noby Noby Boy himself! But for me the most resonant parts were the very beginnings, where you're just learning the rules and making new concepts from scratch, even if each step is prescribed.

At first I thought Wattam was similar to Noby Noby Boy, "oh, this is just a silly toy", but as I continued to be led along it unfolded into something of a pleasant puzzle adventure. It honestly gets overwhelming as it goes on and you have to wrangle dozens of objects, and I quickly gave up on trophy hunting: some are incredibly grindy and apparently also unreliable or bugged. But the glee and imagination at its heart make Wattam pretty special in a way that shines through the jank and chaos.

[hisinfinities]

BODY MEME: List 5 random/unique things about your muse's body.

Let's get the obvious one out of the way: his eyes. They're a brilliant mix of sky and cerulean blues, with speckles of white that, when viewed up close, almost look like clouds, as if his eyes hold their own personal skies within them. They glow whenever he uses his technique, which in present day is most of the time, given how he's automated his Infinity. His unusual eye color is thanks to the Six Eyes, an innate ability he was born with that allows him to see cursed energy in extreme detail, almost like a high-definition infrared camera. This can't be turned off and can cause fatigue and migraines if left uninhibited for too long, which is why he's typically seen wearing a blindfold or blacked out glasses. In other verses, his eyes are a bright icy blue and he wears tinted glasses to offset the light sensitivity he experiences.

Gojo's skin is almost inhumanly perfect. He has no moles, no freckles, no birthmarks, no acne, no scars, or any other blemishes. Growing up he'd get the typical cuts and bruises and other injuries, but even those are absent after he masters Reversed Cursed Technique (RCT), unless he chooses not to heal himself. Since Toji's attack happened before he learned RCT, the mutilation inflicted upon him did leave scars, but they faded over the following months. In most other verses, Gojo is still born with great skin and hardly has to do anything to keep it clear, but is unfortunately prone to sunburn if he isn't careful, and he does end up with scars in many of his AUs.

Gojo's a tall guy, standing at just over 6'3" (over 190cm), and his height can give him a lankier look. However, while Stickbug Gojo™ will always have a place in my heart, and Gojo was lanky as a kid, my portrayal leans a little more towards his build in the Shinjuku Showdown Arc of the manga (links are to manga panels, potential spoilers there.) He has an inverted triangle body type with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and while he still has an overall lean frame, he's more muscular than he initially appears. His body's also very flexible. Very bendy. Guy can do the splits.

Gojo can't drink alcohol; he's an extreme lightweight and will feel the effects almost immediately. And worse, and what he's more concerned about, is it causes his cursed energy/technique output to "glitch" or "bug out," which is unpleasant enough on its own but can also be a danger to those around him, and also affects his Six Eyes and therefore his vision. It's a disorienting, nauseating experience. He tried drinking a couple times in his teen years, and that was enough for him to know he'd never want to again. He considers alcohol his least favorite food/drink. He'll enjoy a mocktail with you, though.

He's been dealing with insomnia since he was a child, around five or six years old when his Six Eyes started to more strongly manifest. Not being able to turn it off (and closing/covering his eyes only helping to dull it some) makes it difficult to fall and then stay asleep, as even in his sleep, subconsciously detected changes in cursed energy can be enough to wake him. He only averages three hours of sleep a night. This was quite draining to him as a kid, even as he got used to it. It's not as much of a hurdle now that he has RCT to help keep his brain refreshed, but his body is still going to naturally get tired and need rest that a mere three hours isn't going to give him, which is why it's not uncommon for him to try fitting in a nap or two throughout the day.

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𝐨𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: spencer reid x amelia schuyler-jones prt 1

context: amelia schuyler gets kidnapped by her fathers killer, the bau race to find where she is. characters: amelia schuyler-jones, tyler schuyler-jones, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, & the rest of the BAU word count: book: Lucky (wattpad published) note; this is from a unpublished chapter of my book, so please do not steal :) gif below is mine :)

It was meant to be the happiest day of her life, of hers and Spencer's life. After their wedding being pushed back so much due to their job it sometimes felt like it would have just been better to just go down to the courthouse and get married there, but Spencer was not going to let Amelia's dreams die of a traditional wedding go because of their job. Being apart of the Bureau had its perks and cons, but they would not change it for the world. They were meant to be married about eight months ago but three days before their special day they were called to her home town of New York for a case. - Amelia had been sitting at her vanity for what felt like hours by now, of course she wanted to marry Spencer, he is the best thing that has ever happened to her, and vice versa for Spencer. They were like two Lego pieces that did not fit with anyone but each other. Twin flame as David Rossi would put it. There was a light knock on the door that pulled Amelia from her dazed state. "Come in." Amelia called out to whoever the person was knocking on her door. Penelope and Derek made their way through the doorway, Pen already had tears in her eyes from one glance at Amelia. "Omg, omg, omg! You look like a Disney princess!" Penelope exclaimed to Amelia, this made the blonde haired girl smile. "Thank you Pen." There was a shy smile on her face, which was not normal. But due to the fact that all of the attention was on her and Spencer it made it all feel more real that they were getting married. "I think this is the first time that I have ever seen Agent Derek Morgan speechless. What about you Pen?" Amelia chuckled lightly as she looked at Derek, he was in his own emerald green suit (that both Spencer and herself had chosen). Derek looked at Amelia like she was an angel, of course Amelia was beautiful there was no doubt about it, but damn. Derek was speechless.

"Amelia Love Schuyler-Jones you are the worlds most beautiful bride." He reached his hand out for Amelia to take, which she did. "Give us a twirl then!" Derek says with excitement in his voice. Amelia did what he asked and gave a small twirl, giggling slightly as she did so. "We just came here to say there everyone is here, and David is read when you are." Derek states. Amelia sucked some air in between her lips, both Penelope and Derek can sense that she was nervous. They both moved in closer and hugged the girl. "I am okay. I am just upset that neither my dad or Tyler is here with us today. I know Dessa is and their kids are but I wanted Tyler and dad to walk me down the aisle, not to have them watch from the sky." Amelia said as she moved away from the hug that Pen and Derek offered. "We know." Derek starts. "But like you just said, they are both watching over you and they are so proud of you." Derek kisses her forehead lightly and then leaves the room with Pen following behind him.

She clenched her hand around the small cross that was around her neck, her faith and belief was going to be one of the only things that was going to help her keep it together whenever her family was mentioned to her. Another knock on her door brought her back to reality. What could Penelope and Derek forgotten? They were just in here for less than five minutes. Before she even reached the door handle, there was a loud bang outside of the room she was in, this made her raced back to the vanity reach into her hand bag and place her hand onto the glock that she had in it. It was known to her yet but the body of one Detective James McCrae was watching into the room that Amelia was in, this was his chance to reach in and steal the FBI agent from the happiest day of her life, he did not care about her whatsoever he just wanted to punish the agent for putting his own daughter in prison.

With Amelia's eyes trained on the front door of the room James was able to get through the window without her detection. With the crowbar in his right hand ready to swing he stepped closer, and closer to her body. Whack! James hit Amelia's body, making her fire off a round of ammunition into her purse (knowing that someone would be bound to hear it) Amelia fell to the ground beneath her, face first her hands breaking the fall that would have broken her nose. Quickly she turned onto her back looking at her assailant but to her dismay he was wearing a ski mask that was covering his face, but his body figure looked familiar to her some how.

"Derek! Penelope!" Amelia called out to the two agents that left not too long ago, hoping that at least one of them would hear her cry out for help. "Derek!" She cries out again. "Oh my dear." There it was, that thick Scottish accent spoke to her. "No one is coming for you, no one will ever be coming for you, ever again." James McCrae looked over Amelia's body as he stood all over her, he knew that no one would hear her cries out for help. They were too far away from her room to do anything about it now.

"Spencer!" Amelia calls out one last time before her assailant knocked her out cold, redness and blood immediately started to pool out of her nose and her ear, which was from the contact from the baseball bat that he had in his hand.

James was somehow able to get Amelia into the trunk of his car without gaining the attention of the emerging guests that were arriving at the church in Vegas. It would be less than hour before David Rossi made his way to the room where Amelia had been all morning to find her not there.. with only a note that the kidnapper had left for Spencer Reid.

[sthilarions]

Thinking about a daemon AU for Dead Boy Detectives

(We’d have to say that if you become a ghost your daemon doesn’t disappear, obvs)

Charles has a female St. Bernard, Belinda, goofy and affectionate and great with kids and loved ones and will straight-up kill you if you mess with said kids or loved ones. Edwin’s (male) daemon, Prokyon, spent most of its youth as some sort of fancy cat, an Abyssinian or Siamese, but actually settled as an American Raccoon, much to everyone’s surprise. (Fun fact: raccoons rank just below monkeys in intelligence, well above standard household pets. Though they used to be thought solitary, they actually form small social groups of 2-5 animals with raccoons of the same sex.) He never talked in public while Edwin was alive, so that people wouldn’t hear his voice and realize he was male. Edwin still refers to him as “she” when around strangers or when stressed.

(Belinda is from Belinda Carlisle, who wrote Heaven is a Place on Earth, and Prokyon is the Greek word from which Procyon was derived; Procyon means “before-dog” and is both the name of one of the brightest stars in the sky and the first part of the Latin name of raccoons.)

Prokyon curled against Belinda as Charles died.

Belinda regularly scruffs Prokyon to carry him out of danger - and has gotten a couple minor scratches to the muzzle in the process.

The first time one of them touched the other’s daemon, they’d already known each other for 14 years. Belinda was injured in a fight with another ghost’s boar familiar and, once back in their office, Edwin - with great apologies - asked for permission to touch her in order to heal her. Charles, already gasping in pain from the injuries, agreed, expecting agony. But when Edwin lays gentle, delicate fingers against Belinda’s side, it feels like home, it feels like a prayer, it feels like a dream, it feels like solving a mystery.

Monty’s immediately drawn to Prokyon; raccoons and crows just fit together. Monty has no daemon; he tells everyone that his daemon is a bug and kept in a box for safety. His crow form is covered in scars - hidden by his feathers - from where he has been slashed by Esther’s harpy eagle daemon.

The Cat King is his own daemon, changing between daemon form and human form.

Charles first touches Prokyon when they are in Hell. Belinda is too busy fighting demons and wraiths to carry him, and Edwin is too injured and confused, so, with a muttered apology, Charles scoops him up. Charles is holding Prokyon cradled in his arms as Edwin confesses his love.

Crystal’s daemon is a violet-backed starling, and they learn in Port Townsend that he can fly great distances like the daemon of a witch.

Niko’s daemon is a tanuki, a Japanese raccoon dog.

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Got onto Sky for a bit to get screenshots bc people were asking for them so here!

The last season I played was Duets. I’ve heard some specific bugs have been fixed/will be fixed by an update, so I might start playing again occasionally. Not sure though.

very pretty! although i'm confused why you've sent these to me specifically? did you mean to send this to someone else? nonetheless, very glad to have such fashion in my inbox. its a great combination of cosmetics that i wouldn't have guessed look so good together!

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I was watching Magician of the Silver Sky, which is still one of my favourite Detective Conan movies - the opening, the plane landing, so much of it feeling like a run-on sequence of awesome that's kind of easy to follow but very high-stakes - and noticed a moment that made me go "oh? now where have I heard that before?"

Context: Ran said something to Shinichi, but has by this point convinced herself that she was actually talking to Kaitou Kid, so her secret is "safe" from Shinichi. Now talking to him again (though to her, it's the first time since she got on the plane) she's saying she and Kid have a secret, and when Shinichi asks what it is... she says this:

"Why don't you deduce it? You're a detective, aren't you?"

The thing that made me cackle was that the first thing that reminds me of, is this:

Kaitou Kid, replying to Hakuba Saguru (who had just asked "Why do you steal?") and saying "Now, isn't it your [a detective's] job to find out?"

However, given the movies work on a different timeline to the manga and movie events only get referenced in vague ways in the manga, another explanation is that it's actually a call-forward made in 2004 to something that would happen in approximately (by volume release date, at least) in 2011, seven years later. Or the London arc contained a reference to this film (and what Kid said to Hakuba? probably not as likely).

By which I mean...

Ran, in London, talking to Shinichi himself and (the same as in the movie!) being upset that he's constantly coming and going from her life.

"If you're a detective, then at least... you should deduce what's in my heart!!"

In other words, a similar phrase is used all three times (intentionally or not in some cases is another matter entirely).

"If you're the detective, then it's your job to deduce my [reasons for what I do/feelings for you], and I should not have to be the one to tell you when you should have all of the clues in front of you."

Shinichi's response in London is that one cannot accurately deduce the heart of someone you like (i.e, in this case, "love").

Funnily enough, that fits remarkably well with Hakuba Saguru needing to ask each culprit "Why did you do it?" because although he can deduce everything else, the motives people have are often much less clear.

It does make me wonder if the plan for Hakuba and Kid is that eventually, sooner or later (I'm guessing later) there will be a point when he tells Kid that no matter how much evidence he's able to compile and how much he has come to understand the logic of it all, he still needs to have Kid's motivation from his own mouth, because the motivations of even normal people are not so simple that he can accurately pin point them, and Kaitou Kid is far from normal, as well as the desire to actually understand him.

That, though, is pure headcanon and speculation.

[maluceh]

That painel was AMAZING, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️

Sorry for missing a few references, could you share a list of all the universes?

damn ok… ummm (from top left to right and so on with every row)

brooklyn nine nine (amy and jake)

morticia and gomez

modern family (claire and phil)

tangled

they’re just drinking chescos in this one

band au

i got lazy so kissy time

dinosaurs

the last of us au

game of thrones au

10 things i hate about you

celebrity au but i tried to do the cinderella concept art cause 50s

old people

slasher

sapphic jily victorian era

mexican folklore dancers

i got lazy again and i just sketched them as spooky cartoons

deleted scene from dead poets society but it’s not them as dps characters, i just wanted a snowy scene

barbie

pirates of the caribbean

anne with an e

legos

elevator love song by BeeDaily (it’s a fic)

cowboy au

how to train your dragon (astrid and hiccup)

percy jackson (them as percabeth)

sapphic jily in the 14th? 15th? century with princess jamie and her loyal guard lily

this is just a kids drawing so you can interpret it as you want (harry drew it or little james or little lily)

vampire au

couple selfie!

sapphic jily with a reference to glee (the cheerleader uniform). so this one is kind of like cheerleader x outcast type of thing

pride and prejudice au (bingley and jane)

set it up (it’s a movie on netflix)

rocks

greys anatomy au (them as mark and lexi)

role swap (quidditch player lily/muggleborn james)

ice skater couple au

juno (reference to the intro credits from the movie where there’s like drawings and stuff, i thought it would be cool idk)

the office (them as jim and pam)

haikyuu (tanaka and kiyoko are literally jily in another font)

patronuses

genderswap jily

romeo and juliet (2013)

before sunrise (1995)

titanic movie

ferris bullers day off (i think they fit sloane and ferris A LOT)

friends (chandler and monica)

maurice (1987)

detectives au (i tried to emulate 1940s drawings but alas i’m only a girl)

mermaid au

mlm jily as Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete I BELIEVE this is Dos tipos de cuidado (1953) i wanted to draw them as homoerotic mexican actors from the golden age of mexican cinema

canon jily

sapphic jily in bly manor (as dani and jamie)

animal crossing jily

big fish (2003)

sapphic jily as pirates who got caught

idk i took it from a pinterest pic

shadowhunters jily

fantasy jily (?

sapphic jily kissing at sunset

worms

idk what movie this is, i wanted to draw them as silent actors from the 1930s i also tried to use the same art style they used in that era but alas i’m just a girl

widow victorian lily and ghost james (this is a direct reference to Anders Zorn the widow 1883 i believe)

how to lose a guy in 10 days au

shadow and bone au (them as nina and matthias)

ballet dancers au

romeo and juliet AGAIN (1996 tho)

anastasia (1997)

the princess diaries 2 (them as Mia and nicholas)

them with a cat (it’s algernon, the cat is algernon by the way)

spiderman (itsv spider-man to be exact)

i got lazy again and i just doodled them listening to music together

ants

genderswaped jily as emma and mr. knightley (2020)

mamma mia (2008) (love that movie, sophie and sky made me the bisexual i am with that one beach scene)

the hunger games mockingjay part 2 (them as katniss and peeta)

hogwarts professors

coworker rivals

mlm jily but at hogwarts

sapphic jily just vibing (heartstopper vibes??? idk i put the leaves)

shelf awarness by GhostofBambi on ao3 (one of my favorite jily fics)

and that’s it

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*   (   re:  )      the dusty toybox   . . .     incident log involving : @ezburns as edmundo diaz . accepting .      ❛   i don't need your protection !   ❜

and there jay halstead felt like standing in the middle of a storm he never wanted to summon : sky breaking within him , thunder biting back at sentence to break the last line of control . love & anger twisting into something ferocious , alarming in the way detective turned to land steel - blue stare upon burning company ― there shaking the space between them . rage came to bite back like a symphony of instincts sharpened under his ribs , in a kind of violence only devotion could create : painful in its own vulnerability , for eddie should know better . jay thought he did .

he could feel it in his teeth , his locked jaw , in the grip of his own silence set to last but fleeting seconds under the ache to shatter something just to hear it breaking . ❛   except THIS TIME YOU DO !   ❜ thunder rolling from his lungs in a rising voice , echos of love veiled under each word ― for halstead didn't want distance , didn't want to win . more than war to be raged , he needed eddie to understand : to meet him in the middle of this mess . ❛   do you even get that you're about to lose everything you fought for ?   ❜ steps came to break the short distance imposed between own figure & the cage now holding back fire ― gate swung open in hues of hostility so nothing would stand between detective and firefighter .

tension clawed at the line of his shoulders , a new split - moment of silence spared in the constricting of own temper : the bridling of cruel words stinging the back of his throat , never to fit love that would even now pull the punches . ❛   i let that report go through with your name in it , and you'll face jail time . you'll see the end of your career . you will lose custody of your kid . do you understand that , diaz ?   ❜ halstead's jaw locks , like once more trying to swallow words too sharp to be said . hands fidget , fingers curling against his palm as if to distract himself from the way his chest suddenly felt too small for his heart .

blues remain upon darker gaze , as if there detective could find the answers to paint situation in a better way ― justify the risk taken in such high degree in the name of violence . ❛   you want to hit something ? you want to hit someone ? hit me .   ❜ shoulders draw up without him noticing , like body bracing for the argument : for the impact . and then it follows in colder tones : voice almost in challenge to make or break anger still seething behind eddie's eyes ― not because halstead hated him but because , even in the chaos , he didn't . ❛   do it . or just shut up and let me do my job .   ❜