#source: MIB 2

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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.”

[bobbys-not-that-small]

LW&Co Series Commentary - Ep 2: "Let Go Of Me"

Here's the rewatch commentary that no one asked for! Take a shot every time I say "erasure". Context: my 2nd time watching the show, but first time post reading the books

Part: one, two, three, four & five, six, seven, eight

They're nailing it with these intros - the water scene?!

"No one died. And no one will when I'm in charge" ROBIN ERASURE

Aw, I liked the book storyline of Lucy forgetting about Annabel's source and thinking she was a pile of laundry. It's not quite the same this way.

Lucy acknowledges it later but it's definitely not a coincidence that Annabel looks like Norrie. Tbh everytime I saw Annabel in a different form she looked like a different person, or was it just me? (I know the ghost was meant to be a bit creepy and dead which I liked how they did)

TOY MOBILE ERASURE!!!

Do we think Lockwood sleeps in socks or do we think he stopped to put them on?

Ohhhh! I love the blocking of George physically moving over to Lucy's side when he sides with her in the kitchen

*When Lockwood answers the phone* *Will Smith voice* "Don't put that thing up to your head!!" (sorry niche MIB reference)

Bobby's NOT THAT TALL though I love how his trousers are a bit too short

George and Lucy bonding over pizza <3

ASSET

I love how they cut close to Lockwood and Lucy whenever they're having their mini arguments so you forget that George is literally still in the room the whole time

He's even there when Lucy get's possessed lol

Yanno, I think I need a rapier practise room for cooling off (sidenote: LOVE that George was the one who came up with it! not just a book nerd but a tinkerer too!)

"you're more of a liability than an asset" I LOVE THEM

Not George getting accosted with his literal milk and cookies 😭😭😭

[codehunter]

Pipfile.lock out of date

I'm trying to deploy a large django project to heroku. I installed Heroku CLI, logged in, created an app and ran:

git push heroku master

I have a Pipfile and requirements.txt already set up. I added a runtime.txt to specify that I need python 2.7. This is also in the Pipfile. This is what I get from pushing to heroku:

$ git push heroku masterCounting objects: 12159, done.Delta compression using up to 2 threads.Compressing objects: 100% (4853/4853), done.Writing objects: 100% (12159/12159), 20.94 MiB | 1.82 MiB/s, done.Total 12159 (delta 6859), reused 12036 (delta 6751)remote: Compressing source files... done.remote: Building source:remote: remote: -----> Python app detectedremote: -----> Installing python-3.6.4remote: -----> Installing pipremote: -----> Installing dependencies with Pipenv 11.8.2…remote: Your Pipfile.lock (3b2ba9) is out of date. Expected: (83a5b4).remote: Aborting deploy.remote: ! Push rejected, failed to compile Python app.remote: remote: ! Push failedremote: Verifying deploy....remote: remote: ! Push rejected to camp-infinity.remote: To https://git.heroku.com/camp-infinity.git ! [remote rejected] master -> master (pre-receive hook declined)error: failed to push some refs to 'https://git.heroku.com/camp-infinity.git'

For some reason it tries to install python 3, and it also doesn't like my Pipfile.lock file. I've tried deleting it and generating it again with pipenv install but that didn't change anything.

https://codehunter.cc/a/django/pipfile-lock-out-of-date

[hydralisk98]

Fast reference notebox for the book gig...

Essentially documenting my autofiction scenes + scenarios, the constructed world + its related "soft lucid-y reality shifting" dreams I had and all the quintessential content for that specific book planning and outline production (for the gig with Emma @xemmiiex on Fiverr).

For myself, don't forget to write down paper notes and get some prints onto paper for double content access and backup safety.

In a nutshell, I had dreams for each major character in my story except for "Nil", because ofc they is a placeholder for the reader / watcher / player / manifester that is yet to be determined.

I will drop a file archive (aka something like *.zip ) containing the remainders of content I produced thus far for Angora outside of this blog relatively soon, alongside some content ideas to solidify such into my manifestation habits & imagination overall.

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So yeah... I got some relatively vivid scenes to document about the core characters in the story, as well as suggestions derived from such that are worth pointing out like storytelling themes, worldview values, creative tools, stylistic devices, visual moodboards, musical audio playlists, intertextual inspirations... Pointing out about Kate (& her house pet Shoshona the black angora cat) first. The first of two dreams was simply entering a modest household as Kate in a middle-class suburban home from the front, with Shoshona just around the corner as I was getting ready to leave the entry before the dream ended. The second dream was a compilation of mix-and-match lively memories from Kate (some middle schoolwork, some travel trip... hoping for a bookstore / public library / cybercafe one soon) until I hit the scene waking up the maternal grand mother with spirit detectors of retro kinds, misunderstanding my presence thanks to older but barely accurate machines that lead me to leave but not without marking some gender transition markings on a wall. Afterwards is Ava, the synthetic household social servant for Kate and her delegated scene. The dream was pretty much a visit to a pristine white + black design shop for older assistive automata asking for the status and acquisition of Ava and other matters related to the previous dream. The service representative felt mostly like a handsome MiB trope and was well versed into my French well aware of meta-physical details of my shifting attempts; (Don't forget about synthetic agentive rights, political rights + cooperation between lifeforms, meta-awareness and esoteric comforting acknowledgments) And then is the Curator. That one last dream has a sort of princess rulership vibe to it from a further galactic cosmic future. Closely related to the proper 16^12 meta-narrative aka elderly universe tropes mixed with nihilistic optimism. It has some precursor dreams involving hellish, celestials, fey & aliens estates as well as a long character backlog derived from Bungie works (90s' OpenAleph Marathon series, Halo 2's Arbiter & Destiny's Witness specifically) among many other sources. Wakfu and Helluva Boss got major influence in there as well, due to their additional nuances and thematics that complement my storytelling brilliantly.

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There is more yet to be written and unveiled, but if I was to condense it into a novel summary of some sort, it would be around the lines of a nuanced empowerment and embracing the nuances of existential grand strategy scale narrative about making life your very own through the manifestation toybox and overall customizing life within your own bounds towards your very own tastes through the example world that Angora (main planet analog to Earth in this 16^12 cosmos) represents. Definitely a hobbyist historian retrospective feel with optimism and yet grounded in pseudo-historical simulationism.

I mean, the one grand major point of divergence politically stems from Theodore Roosevelt getting elected in the 1912 equivalent and then carrying on quantum consequentially to the present day of ~2020-2025 where I live throughout Kate. The perspective is through Nil & Ava mostly despite the focal point being Kate and the game-master author stand-in being the Curator.

I do am very hooked onto technological & cultural grand scale ramifications of such a worldly timeline, with some ethos branches (RadicalHarmonists=Celestial, Progressives+SyndicalistsPact=Infernal, LibertyParty=Sylvan, Unity=Democrats+Republicans US parties merged) and multimedia interactive scenarios involved. But I am getting my hands dirty to finish the bottom level stuff with the help of video games and other third-party tools to ready the baseline mindset / environment to write for.

Farewell to very very soon @xemmiex . I will try my best to be ready enough to start the gig by July 31st at the earliest, or by August 20th at the latest.

[369rocks]

Dog Check out our list of 5 dog breeds that are good for apartment living if you want a companion dog to share your daily life and your apartment. Life is so much better with pets! But don't you already know that? We've previously discussed ways to make your house more appealing to dogs and how they may aid youngsters.  But today, I'd want to speak about the pups. We adore having room to run about, play, and, most importantly, have a tiny spot to cuddle with you. So I will tell you about several dog breeds that would be suitable for living in an apartment, whether it's a studio or a stunning penthouse overlooking the sea.  Not all little dog breeds will perform well in an apartment, since personality and demand for physical exercise are more important than size. As a result, I chose my small companions who best matched this sort of property. Take a look at my selection: 1.Yorkshire Yorkshire We Yorkies are really adorable and intelligent, thus we are #1 on the list! But, jokes aside, the fact is that we are a perfect dog breed for living in an apartment since we are little, we don't have a lot of energy, and we appreciate independence, so we spend part of the day in our little area. Oh, and don't forget to go for a stroll; after all, socializing is a crucial aspect of our mental wellness. 2. Pug Pug The flat-faced cuties are well-liked all across the globe. There's a Pug there that got famous in the movies, you know, that MIB guy? Because Buddhist monks raised them, this breed does not need a lot of energy and does not like barking. It's all really zen. They are normally peaceful, like playing, and are highly loving. Just keep an eye on his respiration; they have difficulty breathing owing to the snout. 3. French Bulldog French Bulldog Another adorable breed, the French Bulldog, does not need high-intensity physical exercise to burn off energy and prefers to spend time with its owners, whether on the couch, in the hammock, or on the balcony soaking up some rays. This breed is likewise little, but they are incredibly sociable and caring. You only have to be cautious while feeding them since they have a propensity to get overweight. Pay attention to your breathing, just like Pugs. 4. Shih Tzu Shih Tzu They are terrific companions and like spending time with their teachers. They, like the majority of those on this list, do not need significant physical activity and have a moderate to low energy level. This type is also not very chatty, barking only seldom, and they are quite friendly, like guests and youngsters. 5. SRD SRD Image Source It's not a breed, but I couldn't stop raving about my stray companions! You may locate the ideal companion for your apartment by visiting a dog shelter.  The wonderful part is that everyone in the NGO knows each other's personalities. So, based on the footage and your lifestyle, they will propose the perfect buddy for your house.  Look for the more mature ones, since they are less likely to transform their flip-flops into chew toys. It is crucial to understand that every puppy that will reside with you will need you to walk it, pay attention to it, and devote part of your time to it solely. We provide a lot of affection, but we also like cuddling! Another important consideration is to examine your schedule carefully; if you are away from home for an extended period of time and the dog does not have company during the day, it is worthwhile to consider dog daycare so that he has fun, makes friends, and does not get bored. Everyone will be extra pleased as a result!

[esonetwork]

Mint versus Loose - Soul Forge Podcast 283

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Mint versus Loose - Soul Forge Podcast 283

Mint versus loose. Which is better? How do you choose to present your collection? Is there really that much of a difference between mint and loose collecting? All that and more on this week’s exciting episode of The Soul Forge Podcast!

But first, an update on my Hot Wheels collecting. I have been steadily on the hunt for new and unique die cast cars. YouTube has been a great source of information. People have different tastes in vehicles. It seems as though many collectors do not like the fantasy casts. Instead they prefer to only collect real-world models. This hobby can make one quite obsessive.

So, mint or loose? What terms do we need to be familiar with?

MOC : Mint on card MIB : Mint in box MIP : Mint in package

HTF : Hard to find VHTF : Very hard to find

Carded : Figure is still on original backing card. Boxed : Figure is still in original box. Loose : Figure is no longer in it’s original box or card. Complete : Figure has all of its original accessories. Punched : The hole used to hang the card on a peg in stores has been knocked out. Unpunched : The hole used to hang the card on a peg in stores has not been knocked out.

There can be many reasons for why someone will keep their action figures MIB/MOC. Some people just like the way the packages look. Many action figures made today are highly detailed, but also are in detailed packages. Others like to keep them MIB/MOC because action figures are worth way more when they are in original packages. The better the condition of the packages, the better the price will be if you ever decide to resell your action figures.

Loose figures will allow you to take them out of the package and “play” with them. You can put your figures in different poses and post them online on blogs or forums. They take up way less storage space. The downside to loose figures is that they lose their values very fast.

The best option (if you can afford it) is to buy 2 of everything. This way, you can display your collection both way and never have to decide!

This week’s podcast promo: Earth Station One

[fujiiryokiindia]

THE USE OF ALKALINE WATER TO SANITIZE YOUR HOME

We have seen the rise of water contamination because of several natural and man-made factors which have led to many health issues of the mankind. At the times of coronavirus pandemic, we are seeing a paradigm shift in customer’s patterns. They are becoming more and more health-conscious and are consuming a healthy diet to boost their immunity. Water is one in all the foremost important aspects of a healthy diet because it does possess the flexibility to revitalise one’s body ensuring the well-being of family and friends.

Cleaning home

Alkaline water can make household cleaning of surfaces and carpets easier and more environmentally friendly, without the usage of harsh chemicals. Alkaline cleaning solutions also are more practical than any other solutions when cleaning utensils like kitchen grease and oils. Using alkaline water can help you to naturally clean dirt from carpets and furniture. To use alkaline water for carpet cleaning, saturate it with alkaline water then dry it. To get rid of marks, stains and contaminants from surfaces like kitchen countertops and floors, spray the surface with solution of alkaline water and detergent before wiping dry with a clean cloth. Cleaning home decors floors weren’t adequately cleaned. But the utilization of electrolyzed alkaline and acidic water can make the floors easily cleanable and kept them sanitary.

Washing clothes

Just as alkaline water can help remove the prolong dirt from household cleaning, it can help remove stains from clothing and fabrics. Alkaline water breaks down oil and grease stains which might preferably be difficult to remove. If you use alkaline water with general washables, the properties of alkaline water may allow you to use less detergent when washing your clothes, benefitting the environment and your wallet.

Cleaning vehicles

Alkaline water mixed with detergents are the simplest cleaners for cars. The electrolyzed water has the ability to get rid of dirt, clay, salt, asphalt, rust and oxide. So as to preserve the alkalinity of your detergents, and to use a cleaning solution that’s gentle on your car’s surface, make sure to use neutral to alkaline water when washing.

Fujiiryoki Water Ionizer — Eliminates 13 types of impurities from water

The High-efficiency Electrolytic Tank helps in eliminating 13 substances and numerous impurities from water, making it next-level pure.

Removes:

Free residual chlorine

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Soluble lead

CAT (agricultural chemical)

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As a result, most of the bacterial growth was prevented immediately after the washing/sanitizing process via alkaline water.

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[computingpostcom]

In our recent article, we looked at Install and Configure LibreNMS on Ubuntu. Here we will cover how to monitor VMware ESXi hosts using LibreNMS. LibreNMS is a community-based fork of the last GPL-licensed version of Observium with plenty of features. The tool is based on PHP/MySQL/SNMP and monitors the network together with your servers. If you’re new to LibreNMS, check out our guide on Top Opensource Network and Server Monitoring Tools, it describes the features of LibreNMS in detail. Step 1: Configure SNMP on VMware ESXi host First SSH or Telnet to your ESXi host with root user credentials. Once logged in, check the current SNMP configurations # esxcli system snmp get Authentication: Communities: Enable: false Engineid: Hwsrc: indications Loglevel: info Notraps: Port: 161 Privacy: Remoteusers: Syscontact: Syslocation: Targets: Users: V3targets: Start the configuration by setting the community string(s). esxcli system snmp set --communities e.g esxcli system snmp set --communities MY_SNMP_STRING Configure SNMP Port esxcli system snmp set --port 161 Enable SNMP on the server esxcli system snmp set --enable true Set syscontact esxcli system snmp set --syscontact infrastructure@example.com Set Server Location: esxcli system snmp set --syslocation DC-01 Check SNMP firewall rules: # esxcli network firewall get Default Action: DROP Enabled: true Loaded: true # esxcli network firewall ruleset rule list | grep snmp snmp Inbound UDP Dst 161 161 # esxcli network firewall ruleset allowedip list | grep snmp snmp All If you would like to limit access to SNMP from the trusted subnets or IP addresses only, set it as below: # esxcli network firewall ruleset allowedip add --ruleset-id snmp \ --ip-address 192.168.3.10 # esxcli network firewall ruleset allowedip add --ruleset-id snmp \ --ip-address 192.168.1.0/24 # esxcli network firewall ruleset set --ruleset-id snmp --enabled true To allow from any source IP: esxcli network firewall ruleset set --ruleset-id snmp --allowed-all true To test that the snmpd service is working fine, use the snmpwalk command on LibreNMS host: $ snmpwalk -v 1 -c E.g # snmpwalk -v 1 -c AADHrptO472lQo 10.245.2.2 | more SNMPv2-MIB::sysDescr.0 = STRING: VMware ESXi 5.1.0 build-2000251 VMware, Inc. x86_64 SNMPv2-MIB::sysObjectID.0 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::enterprises.6876.4.1 DISMAN-EVENT-MIB::sysUpTimeInstance = Timeticks: (126700) 0:21:07.00 SNMPv2-MIB::sysContact.0 = STRING: infrastructure@domain.com SNMPv2-MIB::sysName.0 = STRING: esxi-01.local SNMPv2-MIB::sysLocation.0 = STRING: DC-01 SNMPv2-MIB::sysServices.0 = INTEGER: 72 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORLastChange.0 = Timeticks: (0) 0:00:00.00 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.1 = OID: SNMPv2-MIB::snmpMIB SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.2 = OID: IF-MIB::ifMIB SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.3 = OID: IP-MIB::ip SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.4 = OID: IP-FORWARD-MIB::ipForward SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.5 = OID: UDP-MIB::udp SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.6 = OID: TCP-MIB::tcp SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.7 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::mib-2.47 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.8 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::org.111.2.802.1.1.2 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.9 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::org.111.2.802.1.1.4 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.10 = OID: iso.2.840.10006.300.43 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.11 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::org.111.2.802.1.1.13 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.12 = OID: HOST-RESOURCES-MIB::hostResourcesMibModule SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.13 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::enterprises.6876.1.10 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.14 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::enterprises.6876.2.10 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.15 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::enterprises.6876.3.10 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.16 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::enterprises.6876.4.90.10 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORID.17 = OID: SNMPv2-SMI::enterprises.6876.4.20 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.1 = STRING: SNMPv2-MIB, RFC 3418 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.2 = STRING: IF-MIB, RFC 2863 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.3 = STRING: IP-MIB, RFC 4293 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.4 = STRING: IP-FORWARD-MIB, RFC 4292 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.5 = STRING: UDP-MIB, RFC 4113

SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.6 = STRING: TCP-MIB, RFC 4022 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.7 = STRING: ENTITY-MIB, RFC 4133 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.8 = STRING: IEEE8021-BRIDGE-MIB, REVISION 200810150000Z SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.9 = STRING: IEEE8021-Q-BRIDGE-MIB, REVISION 200810150000Z SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.10 = STRING: IEEE8023-LAG-MIB, REVISION 200706200000Z SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.11 = STRING: LLDP-V2-MIB, REVISION 200906080000Z SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.12 = STRING: HOST-RESOURCES-MIB, RFC 2790 SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.13 = STRING: VMWARE-SYSTEM-MIB, REVISION 201008020000Z SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.14 = STRING: VMWARE-VMINFO-MIB, REVISION 201006220000Z SNMPv2-MIB::sysORDescr.15 = STRING: VMWARE-RESOURCES-MIB, REVISION 200810150000Z Restart snmp service after making the changes: # /etc/init.d/snmpd restart Step 2: Adding VMware ESXi host to LibreNMS Once you’re done with the configuration of SNMP on ESXi hosts, you can start adding the hosts to LibreNMS for monitoring. LibreNMS provides the ability to automatically add devices on your network using Auto Discovery feature. All discovery methods run when discovery runs (every 6 hours by default and within 5 minutes for new devices Login to LibreNMS as the librenms user, and navigate to./opt/librenms This should be the home folder of librenms user. $  cd /opt/librenms The first thing to do though is add the required configuration options to config.php. Add SNMP Details To add devices automatically, LibreNMS needs to know your snmp details, examples of SNMP v1, v2c and v3 are below: // v1 or v2c $config['snmp']['community'][] = "my_custom_community"; $config['snmp']['community'][] = "another_community"; // v3 $config['snmp']['v3'][0]['authlevel'] = 'authPriv'; $config['snmp']['v3'][0]['authname'] = 'my_username'; $config['snmp']['v3'][0]['authpass'] = 'my_password'; $config['snmp']['v3'][0]['authalgo'] = 'MD5'; $config['snmp']['v3'][0]['cryptopass'] = 'my_crypto'; $config['snmp']['v3'][0]['cryptoalgo'] = 'AES'; These details will be attempted when adding devices, you can specify any mixture of these. Define you subnets to be scanned using: $config['nets'][] = '192.168.0.0/24'; $config['nets'][] = '172.20.4.0/23'; You can also run a manual SNMP Scan, the syntax is: $ ./snmp-scan.py [-h] [-r NETWORK] [-t THREADS] [-l] [-v] Example: $ ./snmp-scan.py 10.245.2.2 Scanning IPs: * Scanned 1 IPs: 1 known devices, added 0 devices, failed to add 0 devices Runtime: 0.39 seconds This device should appear under Devices > All Devices > Server on LibreNMS admin dashboard. Give it like 5 minutes to collect Server facts and start creating graphs, Logs and host events will start to appear as well. More on monitoring: Monitoring MySQL / MariaDB with Prometheus in five minutes Install LibreNMS Monitoring Tool on CentOS with Letsencrypt and Nginx

[champlong]

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[superiorsturgeon]

Immediately after a JNPR resurrection spell…

Nora: Pyrrha! You’re back from the dead!

Jaune: *hugging Pyrrha tightly* I’m so glad to have you back! I don’t even care anymore that you shoved me in a locker and intentionally ran to your death after our first kiss!

Resurrected!Pyrrha: *smooshed against Jaune’s chest* …I’m sorry, do I know any of you?

Nora: Oh, no! She’s lost her memory! This is horrible!

Jaune: *panicking* Maybe…maybe we can jog her memory somehow?!

Ren: What about that training video that you had on your scroll, Jaune?

Jaune: Adrian accidentally dropped my scroll in a puddle back in Argus so the memory got wiped out…

Pyrrha: *not sure what’s happening, but enjoying Jaune’s hug*

Jaune: But a while back my videos got attacked by spyware in an internet cafe, so maybe it got leaked?

Nora: Way ahead of you fearless leader! *typing on her scroll* Pyrrha…Nikos…training…video…Here it is! Crap, it’s locked somehow!

Ren: *looking over Nora’s shoulder* Who posted the video?

Nora: Someone called “xxx_toughGUYwinchester_xxx.”

JNR: *exchange glances*

Later…

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Cardin: Yeah, yeah, I’m coming! *opens door*

Nora: *shoves Cardin back so J_PR can enter* One side!

Cardin: What the hell?! Valkyrie? Arc? What are you doing-?

Cardin spots Pyrrha and immediately freezes.

Cardin: Shit! Nikos?! I thought she was dead! What’s she doing here?!

Jaune: Cardin, we need your help. Pyrrha’s lost her memory and we need that training video of her to help her remember everything.

Cardin: Wait, seriously?! *looks closer at Pyrrha* Do you…remember me?

Pyrrha: I’m sorry, I don’t.

Cardin: HA! Get a load of this! The Invincible Girl lost her memory!

Jaune: Cardin, come on, man.

Cardin: HAAAHAHAHA!! The great Pyrrha Nikos, the so-called greatest fighter at Beacon, has no idea who she is! This is rich! 🤣

Ren: 😒 Cardin, you are standing between us and our teammate’s memories. Do you have the video or not?

Cardin calms down and smugly turns to look at Pyrrha.

Cardin: *folds his arms and smirks* Nnnnnope. *leans against a wall* Don’t have it! *exaggerated shrug* Guess I’m fresh out! 😂

JNPR: 😒

Cardin: 😁

JNPR: 😠

Cardin: 😕

JNPR: 😡

Cardin: 😨

Cardin: …even if I did!! We try it, it doesn’t work, you all beat the hell out of me! It does work, I’ve brought back Nikos, who, just for the fun of it, beats the hell out of me!

Cardin: So…what’s my incentive here?

Magnhild is shoved against Cardin’s forehead with the barrel right between his eyes.

Cardin: 😅 Okay, homies! I keep it downstairs in my backup hard drive. Right this way!

Downstairs, JNPR and Cardin crowd around the video of Pyrrha giving instructions to Jaune for sword practice.

Nora: Remind me again why you even have this video?

Cardin: You kidding? Showing everyone that Nikos was into the weakest guy in school would’ve been great! *gets smacked on the back of the head by Nora*

“Alright, Jaune, just like we practiced…”

As the training video plays, Pyrrha watches as a more confident version of herself coaches the viewer through a series of steps, forms, and sword strikes with a patient and gentle tone of encouragement. As the tiny Pyrrha continues, Pyrrha puts a hand to her temple, confusion and half-memories building up an increasing pressure.

Pyrrha: …nnnnNNNNGH! *clutches her head and shakes loose from Jaune’s grasp*

Pyrrha: AAAAAAAGH! *collapses suddenly*

JN_R and Cardin rush to Pyrrha’s prone form and gather around, slowly leaning closer as Pyrrha lays still with her eyes closed.

Pyrrha: *violently uppercuts Cardin off his feet*

Jaune: She’s back!

Pyrrha: *stands up and dusts herself off* No.

Ren: Then how did you know his aura would protect him?

Pyrrha: …aura?

Cardin: *whimpers from the floor*

[extremistonystark]

stephen: i like to keep my enemies confused.

tony: we all confused, stephen.

[neonjawbone]

MOTW: Lamplighting, a Monster of the Week campaign I’ve been running on and off for 2 and a half years, ended last night! I love to give myself work to do, so over the course of the game I made full color tokens for all our npcs! 

(Sorry for the res, I screenshotted our google doc). 

Descriptions of each group under the cut!!

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The Order of the Lamplight:  our players home team, an underfunded supernatural MiB-style organization. The party was the newest members of a branch in a small, southern town called Highwater.

Paimon’s Alliance:  A group of very powerful demons working together despite personal differences (or rather indifferences) to enter the mortal plane via convoluted blood sacrifice rituals.

THRONE:  A celestial plane of angels who'd been convinced by their leader they were shepherding the mortal plane with godly virtues, when in actuality their war with the demons was one over energy. the source of which being delicious human souls.

The Cyrus Gould Group:  A local werewolf pack headed by Gould, a ruthless businessman intent on taking over the town as a means of protecting it. In the epilogue, they've become the town's neighborhood watch, with Gould himself giving back to make Highwater a better place.

Donnybrook Freelance:  A wildcard faction, a mercenary group who used demon blood to give it's members superpowers. No matter what job you hired them for, they always made a fucking mess of things.

The K Corporation:  A corporate group of assassins from which our crooked hailed. Had been infiltrated by THRONE as part of a way of creating human soldiers for the cause on earth. Mostly trigger-happy kids with mommy issues.

The Cult of the King In Alabaster:  Or what remains of it. A supernatural crime organization with loose apocalyptic, dragon-worshipping, cult trappings, many of it's members ended up quitting when the party killed their boss.

Other:  uh. Cu Chulainn's special spot on the faction sheet. Irish demigod who loves a good ruckus.

The People of Highwater:  No small town would be complete without it's citizens. In the epilogue the town now operates as a community of the supernatural and the mundane living together in relative peace. 

 AND THATS ALL OF EM thanks for reading and indulging

[sonofrose]

Ok last one of season 2A

huh... I was right about the space-between-spaces

A basilisk, Vee

So there is some information on the Demon Realm on earth, it's like how in MIB the tabloids are their source.

Gravesfield (what a name), Conneticut, 1635.

well we got a specific date.

well now don't these guys look familiar?

Marilyn.

so does that confirm Eda is Stan's ex?

an extinct species brought back to know their secrets.

look if it didn't end well in Jurassic Park, it won't end well here.

I wonder if besides Eda any other witch has recently crossed over.

also did eda transform while in the Human Realm?

"sent from Mars to collect human teeth to power their time machine"

... this dude definitely drinks tap water.

reached image limit, brb

part 2

[magicalgirlagency]

What would you say has the most inspiration on your worldbuilding?

I was inspired by a multitude of things...

Like, I wanted a story where anyone would be able to use magic and use their abilities to help others and better themselves, and they wouldn't need to have some fantastic destiny for it. So, I was mostly inspired by the concepts of Happiness Charge PreCure, Puella Magi series and Magical Girl Raising Project (I know, 2/3 of these inspos are trash...)

Other concept that I absolutely adore is learning about worlds where the extraordinary is part of the daily routine, and the existence of academic organizations that help the new generation to develop their unusual skills. I got references from Winx Club, Little Witch Academia and Boku no Hero Academia.

Also, within these fantastic worlds, there'd be huge worldwide agencies dedicated to maintaining the order and fighting against malevolent forces. Like MiB, KND, Marvel's S.H.I.E.L.D., the Plumbers from Ben 10, etc...

Due to my strong escapism tendencies and my urge to explore the unknown, I was always fascinated about crossovers and the concept of Multiverse in general. Bring able to travel to new worlds, meet famous faces, influencing others in a positive way, growing as a person and so on. Like Kingdom Hearts, Super Smash Bros. series, J-Stars Victory VS, Jump Force, etc...

And lastly, but not least important, I also love the concept of fantastic creatures and phenomena being around the Earth and affecting it in some kind of way. First sources to come to my mind were Pokémon and Yokai Watch (but mostly Pokémon).

And so, with all of these plans and influences in mind, the worldbuilding for Wondaria kept growing on a regular basis. I wasn't expecting my ideas to get the attention of some people; I just kept winging it and making things up as I go along! Improvising is my forte, it seems...

[missnight0wl]

About plot changes due to theories: it's actually super common and a dated practice: WandaVision, GOT, Westworld, Lost, and even STAR TREK. A more specific example would be back in early '90s (1990s!!), DC Comics changed the villain of a story because the foreshadowing was so obvious that people immediately guessed correctly and they wanted to do a plot twist so badly. And there are just examples off the top of my head. Twitter and FB are also rather active spaces for speculations.

All right, let’s go through it in order.

WandaVision. I actually thought about this one, but when I dug a bit more, it seems that most changes had everything to do with COVID and not fan theories. Also, there were originally supposed to be 10 episodes, not nine, and I don’t think that subverting expectations had much to do with that. I found one Reddit thread saying that they allegedly were planning to confirm that the engineer Monica mentioned in one episode was in fact Reed Richards, and they scrapped it because of fan theories – but there was no source or anything.

I recommend checking this article in that matter. Yes, it says: “WandaVision Director Says a Couple Popular Fan Theories Were Correct Until Last-Minute Changes”, but still, those changes weren’t really made to debunk fan theories. WandaVision had a pretty difficult situation in general. Apparently, it also wasn’t supposed to be the first Marvel series on Disney +. This is something the YouTube channel NewRockstars talked about, and I actually think it makes a lot of sense. Namely, WandaVision was given us after a long break when we were hungry for Marvel content, and the creators probably weren’t expecting that we’d look this deep into everything. I think it’s worth keeping it in mind.

Finally, WandaVision is also a great example of “embracing” fan theories. Pretty much everyone predicted Agatha Harkness plot twist. Was it disappointing because of that? No. Most people loved it because it was executed so well.

GoT. Yeah, I guess it’s the most popular example of a bad way of subverting expectations – that’s why I mentioned it already in my previous post. But even here I have mixed feelings. Because I feel that most people here think mostly about Daenerys – and I strongly disagree with that. Dany going mad was probably the best part of that finale, and it makes perfect sense for her character overall. Was it poorly executed? Absolutely. But I still don’t think it qualifies as “subverting expectations”.

Of course, I do think that that final season was a hot mess in general. Jamie’s plotline? Yeah, I can totally see it being as “subverting expectations”. Arya killing the Night King? I mean, I’m personally not mad about it. I’ve also seen the creators claiming that it was planned for quite some time. Obviously, they might be lying, but still. Bran ending on the Iron Throne? Meh.

I dunno. As I said, I have mixed feelings.

Westworld. This is another example I found myself, and apparently, Nolan said it about season 2, but… I have a pretty complicated relationship with this show. Let’s talk about season 1, so I could explain it.

So, season 1 of Westworld was great. The thing is that since the very first episode, everyone and their mother theorised that William is gonna be the Man in Black. What happened at the end of season 1? It turned out that William is the Man in Black. So, if Nolan is really so concerned about fans predicting his plot, why he didn’t change that? Especially that William being the MiB makes no freaking sense! I’m gonna die on the hill that the MiB should’ve been Logan, and William probably should’ve died in the park. It’d be a much more compelling story, and Nolan would have a great plot twist – because as I said, everyone was speculating about William for the whole freaking season.

So, again, I don’t know. It’s kind of hard for me to even believe that Nolan wanted to change anything because of fan theories when he left “the big reveal” about William - which wasn’t a surprise for anyone.

I never got into Lost or Star Trek, so I’m not gonna comment on that. I also didn’t find much about the comics you’re talking about. I don’t want to undermine this information, but could you tell me maybe if it’s something that the creators admitted officially themselves? Because here’s my problem with that whole phenomenon: I can’t help but wonder whether the creators really change things because of fan theories or it’s what we want to believe because we like fan theories better than what the creators actually came up with. You know what I mean? I feel like it’s such a difficult thing to verify, too, because creators might lie about their process. Maybe they changed their original idea to subvert expectations, but maybe their original idea simply wasn’t that good, to begin with. The audience can and will see your story differently, and they might think that it could’ve been taken in a better direction. That’s a big reason why fandoms exist.

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