#neo agent 3 x reader

[raventreehouse]

Hi yes hello I’m back and it’s a big fic me and a friend of mine worked on. It’s lore rich story with splatoon x reader. Please read it we’ve worked really hard on it!

@starsunderwaterr

#Splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon x reader #callie x reader #marie x reader #pearl x reader #marina x reader #frye x reader #shiver x reader #big man and reader are friends :D #Agent 3 x reader #Agent 4 x reader #Agent 8 x reader #New agent 3 x reader #neo agent 3 x reader

[dinomite2]

Yandere Agents x reader headcanons

so I asked a writer on wattpad named @sodapoppss if they could do a request for me and she requested this so Enjoy I guess?

Also I have never done a yandere in my life so I'll try and improvise and Happy splatoween 🎃🎃🎃

Agent 8

(I love this gif and idk why)

● Now I would say that Agent 8 would be the quiet but Extremely loyal and amazingly sweet and girlfriend to will murder someone for you in cold ink and choke a person to death in less than 5 seconds if you were remotely insulted by someone

● At first her meeting you and becoming acquaintances with each other was the best thing that ever happened to her she felt emotions that she never felt and she wanted to stay with you for a very long time in fact and she wanted to make you happiest person possible

●Now to start off in her daily obsession over you She would do Anything and I mean ANYTHING to make you satisfied with her care and company firstly she would buy things you wanted even though you didn't need them now

● Oh ! you saw a Squidshort on your phone of how to make chocolate s'more cookies but you don't have the ingredients for it ? She make them and give and feed them like a baby to you no questions asked , you wanted physical copy to a sequel to a game series that you love but it was too expensive for you She's gifting it to you now!

● And oh and have I mentioned 8 LOVES to stalk you in the middle of the night in your apartment level while you are awake or asleep and if you ever lock your doors and windows when you have the very strange feeling that someone is stalking you while you are resting in your home dont forget that she was a trained octarian soldier in the past and she will know how to get inside of your home one way or another and watch you till night's end

● At some times she would be highly but silently jealous of your friends and she would show them you appreciation for them by either hugging your arm hugging you from behind or simply just smiling at you and hoping that you would smile back at her or do some "convincing" if necessary to her

● but sometimes 8's jealously can get a biiiit crazy TOO crazy in fact

●Now it would all depend of how people treated you and either it would either be a swift splatting death or pure ummerciful torture for the poor inkling or octoling

● 8 will wait until your nightly conversation is over with a friend and quietly follow the unaware suspect that hurt your feelings today and when they enter their household the worst happens and it's best to not know what she would do to them when she makes physical contact with them

● but overall 8 is not that bad to a yandere she will not kidnap and make you live with her forever you need to do is not talk or interact with anyone! and nobody will get hurt if you even knew that ...

" Aw Y/n could you stay with me for just a little bit those people won't matter in the end "

Agent 4

● Now her is an interesting case Her first meeting you in person was like absolute heaven to you but it felt like a Rollercoaster of fuzzy emotions crashed onto her face and she didn't know how to respond to them at all

● when 4 sees you She either becomes a blushing mess or one massive flirtatious or maybe rarely both and it can result a bit awkward interaction and a 4 dashing away from you in a flash crashing through people like a bullet

● She would do things to get your attention and admiration like trying to show off cool tricks to you at turf wars handing you gifts and giving you great food or tell you the most flirtatious marks She can make

● and at times where she would be jealous she would very quietly curse out the person you were having fun with or having a simple conversation with

● in all first sight everything looks a-ok around here no problems Overall

AND THAT'S WHAT YOU WILL THINK

● at times when you're talking to a friend or family member 4 will just stare and smile at you no words will come from her mouth she'll stare at you with a cute but threatening like Chara from undertale smile and it started to make you super nervous about this

● She would also take pictures of you without your permission and stick them to her wall and cherish them like a cultist till the end

●more of your friends a were starting to dissappear more inkling were starting to avoid you as fast as they could stuff was feeling like to be downhill for you until 4 invited you to her house one day you both talked, ate, and drank but everything was starting to get dark in your eyes and all you could see was her face smiling before completely blacking out

● And now you were kidnapped By 4 and best try to adjust to your new life now because it will be quite torturing to you but pure bliss for 4 she gets to feed you cuddle you, And take care of your entire life that is if you try to escape that is ...

● She won't mind to cut you a little bit or set a "example" to what happens when you TRY and leave her...

" Y/n you're not going to try to leave me again cause Bad things will happen to you right!?"

Agent 3 / Captain 3

(There's 2 types of agent 3 but I'll be discussing the captain 3 from splatoon 3!)

● Now 3 would be the silent but slightly controlling sort type of yandere

● everything all started when you first recruited by the new new Squidbeak Splatoon and became the new agent 3 in alterna and ever since you joined in 3 took a small liking to your eagerness and confidence and 3 kinda liked that

● She would do things to help you but try to also try to be the serious captain that She is like popping up behind you scaring the ink out of you and giving you advice on new missions in kettles

● 3 also has a whole small to medium sized book all about you just like Marie has with Agent 4 and what you like or don't like how much times that you brush your teeth in a whole week most amount of time you weared a certain cloths/brand

● and she would rarely give some gifts like a pretty flower that she found or something that would at least make you interested she could also train you if you wanted to but expect little to no break time around training Time

●but sometimes when your about to do a hard kettle sometimes 3 will just stop you there and go in herself and Let's hope those fuzzy octolings get the quick treatment from 3 ...

●And at times she would just tell you to take a break when you're working a bit to hard for her standards she won't go to weird precautions to hug you silently and so damn hard that it might turn your bones to dust

● 3 also would politely and very quietly ask you for dates at her house and most of it is just hanging out or cuddling each other witch is pretty much ok

● Surprisingly she doesn't barely get jealous with other people if that is if they become a jerk to you She won't be afraid at ALL to do some "talking" to the person stop them

●Overall 3 may be a be a big ol no talk hard-core captain but she's a softie and will do things no other inkling would even think of you to do for you

"Uh Y/n can we talk about something tomorrow it's about a certain guy I should be talking about "

Bonus!

Neo Agent 3

ya'll really really like these yandere headcanons so here is a little bonus for 22 likes for all of you guys 👍

● Neo 3 would be the Dedicated and slightly hard-core loving kind of yandere

● It all started you both met each other in the lobby playing turf wars and you practicing for the next fews anarchy battle with your weapons and just after a long time you met Neo 3 and she was an experience to say the least...

● she was a bit rough in the edges but overall you both became quick friends with each other doing more turf wars and open anarchy battles with together and had pretty great teamwork

●but she would do some crazy things to either flirt or interest you to and add it to the max since she is the most chaotic agent in the group

●and you would not believe what she'll do for you at all

● she would do things like set up fireworks at random open place to impress you she'll replicate every move and strategy you do she'll even as far to redecorate a entire room in her house to have a piano and she'll lie on it while wearing a bright colored dress and she'd fed herself grapes...

●but not only that but she would strangely get EXTREMELY aggressive at times at not only turf wars but at times where just talking to a random octoling or inkling and suddenly Neo 3 would just suddenly slam their head on a locker or a wall for literally just having a conversation with you about chargers

● she would also take you on trips you sometimes didn't want to go at all to but she brought you anyway like som sudden 3 hour hike in the middle of the desert and consider them as "Dates"

● she would start to be more possessive of your life and what you do no friends no family not a single word you would utter to them

● but one day you took an afternoon walk after a heated argument with Neo about her taking over your whole life but until then you were sitting on a bench thinking of apologizing to her and reasoning with her but you felt pressure on your neck and everything blacked out on your eyes

● Great you've been Kidnapped by Neo and this new life will be with her and doing hard-core activities and having romantic times with her forced to make you love her

● and wipe out any ideas or dreams of you escaping her cause she'll go unknown lengths to find you a get you back and when you get back it's not gonna be fun for you......

" Y/n just face it you're not going to leave me EVER"

And done I hope you all enjoyed my first ever yandere headcanons along with the little edit and the addition as always stay safe stay cool and most importantly stay on the nice side my dudes peace ✌️

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splat3 #splatoon x reader #agent 8 #agent 3 #new agent 3 #Yandere splatoon #agent 4 #yandere #captain 3 #neo agent 3

[lousypotatoes]

Hello! I read your Korekiyo x Reader post, it was really good! I just wanted to ask if you could do an Izuru x Male! Future Foundation reader who rehabilitated him, and brought out more of his humanity? If you don't write for Izuru, that's totally okay! If you don't, could I get a Future Foundation Makoto x Male! Future Foundation field agent reader who's the Ultimate Theorist?

Thanks, and I hope you have a good rest of your day/night! <3

I'm so sorry, I tried writing for Izuru, and it was absolutel garbage. So please enjoy this Makoto one instead. Enjoy~

Song Recommendation:

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

It's Just A Theory - Makoto x Male! Reader

You, Makoto, and Kyoko were sitting on your hospital bed, going over the details of the latest Remnants of Despair attack.

Being a field agent, you witnessed the attack firsthand, your leg getting pretty messed up.

"When the attack was over, they went south," you said, pointing at the map. "And if my theory's correct-"

"Oh, enough with the theories, Y/N," Kyoko sighed. "Just because you're the Ultimate Theorist doesn't mean that you have to bring them up every single second."

"That's exactly what that means," you said. "My theories have been helping us a lot so far."

"He kinda has a point," Makoto sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y/N did lead us to location to where their next attack was gonna be."

"That doesn't mean he should talk about them all the time."

"Can I finish what I was saying or not?"

"Yeah, of course," Makoto said sweetly, making you blush.

"I think they're holding up somewhere here," you said, pointing to a street in the southern part of the city. "Some other agents and I scoped that area out and found a shit ton of scrap metal. They could be-"

"Building the Monokuma robots there," Kyoko interrupted.

"Exactly,"

"Okay, we need to have a meeting with everyone else, share this information with them." Kyoko said, writing everything down in a notepad.

"Can we do that later?" you asked. "I still can't move my leg, and I don't feel like being in a wheelchair right now,"

Kyoko sighed. "Fine, thirty minutes," she said, walking out of the first aid area. "Makoto, keep an eye on him,"

"Sure," he said smiling at you.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"How's your leg?" he asked

"It doesn't hurt as bad anymore," you said, rubbing your leg. "Thanks for asking.

"Of course,"

More awkward silence.

"Do you think the Neo World Program will work?" you suddenly asked.

"It's our only hope,"

You started thinking. Thinking about the Killing Game. Thinking about Sakura and Mondo and Taka and Chihiro. Thinking about how painful it was to watch your friends die. Thinking about how none of you deserved it. Thinking about how Junko was a psychopath.

"What are you thinking about?" Makoto asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"What's gonna happen if this doesn't work," you said quietly. "I mean The Remnants are brainwashed, they don't know what they're doing. And if The Program doesn't work, will we just have to execute them? They don't deserve that. I don't think I'll be able to make that decision, especially after watching-"

Makoto suddenly grabbed your hand, silencing your rambling.

"I agree, those people don't deserve death. That's why we're trying out the program," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "It's gonna work Y/N, I promise."

"You think so?"

"I know so,"

With his other hand, Makoto gently cupped your cheek, leaning in, he placed his lips on yours. His lips were soft, and they tasted like vanilla bean. He squeezed your hand as he continued to kiss you. You had been waiting for this moment for so long, since the middle of the Killing Game. But he was always either with Sayaka or Kyoko then, so you didn't really have the chance to build this kind of relationship. You wanted to make up for lost time as much as you could.

You pulled away from each other, slightly out of breath, but the both of you smiling.

"You're so handsome," he whispered, kissing your cheek. "I suggest you lay down, the meeting's gonna be a long one."

"Aren't they always?" you joked. "Will you stay here with me till then?"

"I was already going to," he said, laying on your chest. "Now tell me some more of your theories."

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it's just a theory

A GAME THEORY

lowkey though, i wish there more men in the world like Makoto

stay safe and drink lots of water

xoxo, Izzy

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #makoto #makoto x reader #makoto naegi #makoto naegi x reader #character x reader #kyoko kirigiri #remnants of despair #monokuma #junko enoshima #sakura ogami #mondo owada #chihiro fujisaki #kiyotaka ishimaru

[memcakezz]

Hello! I have decided to open my writing requests!

Before we begin, I'd like to set some rules/boundaries, I would hate it if someone overstepped them.

If you would like to see my masterlist; click here

Rules are below the cut!

Writing Rules - I will NOT write NSFW/Suggestive Content of minors. - I can do x Readers and Canon x Canon - Reader will be Gender Neutral (They/Them) unless stated otherwise - I will write F/F, M/M, and F/M

I am uncomfortable with writing NSFW for the Agents. However, I will write SLIGHTLY suggestive content if the requester so wishes. (This does not apply to Neo Agent 3, as they are a minor in Splatoon 3 unlike the other agents. I will refuse any NSFW request of Neo 3)

Lastly - I have the right to refuse any request I am uncomfortable of doing. I am not obligated to accept every request I see.

I will write/upload when I want, which can lead to some requests being delayed. Please have patience, for I have a life outside of Tumblr and I cannot get to every request.

I will try to do your request as soon as I can!

Characters I will write for

Splatoon All Agents, Callie, Marie, Pearl, Marina, Shiver, Frye (i will write for big man if someone requests him lmao)

Coroika Aloha, Army, Mask, Skull, Rider, Emperor, Hachi (more will be added soon)

Thanks for reading! Stay fresh!

#splatoon #splatoon imagines #splatoon x reader #coroika #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon manga #coroika x reader #writing rules #requests open

[nuoyii]

recommendations

Hi babies!!                                                                               I’m back with a new recommendation post!!

I will be recommending NCT social media aus, fics, teasers and series!! And I will be giving feedback when needed!!

✿ - fluff || † - angst || ✓ completed || ✦ smut

Social Media AU’S                                                                            

@seokjinsdisciple - Honey                                                 nonidol!doyoung x famous!reader || ✿ †                        Okay so this is one of my favorite au’s even though doyoung is a total dick, keep it up bubs!!

@kkuljaehyun - best friend’s brother                               bff’s brother!johnny x reader || ✿✦                                   I mean you have gotten my asks so you know what my opinion is, but I’m so in this sm au lmaoo I love it!

@xiaoderys - Saturated Sunrise                                   haechan x reader, jaemin x reader || ✿ † ✦(possible)   I don’t have much feedback since this just started ):  but I loved the first chapter!!          

@sehunniepot (also @sehunniepotwrites) - I like me better (when I’m with you)            jaehyun x reader (college!au) || ✿ ✓                                 omg I loved it!! It ended so sweet and jae was an absolute sweetheart in this.

@lovestrucked-again - face to face                                 jaehyun x reader (college!au) || ✿ †                                   this one is so sweet and funny at the same time lmao idek if I’m team yuta or jae :D keep it up babe!!

@neocrush - youngblood                                                   actors!00line x actress!reader || ✿ †                                 this one is so funny omgggg can’t wait to see who she ends up with!

@honeyboyjeno - really bad boy                                       mark x reader (fake dating!au) || ✿ ✓                               okay so this one was amazing, periodt. Like mark and y/n are so stupid and oblivious! Goddddd

@sleepynct - quiet down                                                    johnny x mom!reader || ✿ ✓                                               it was so sweet!!! I had so much fun reading this honey!

@xuxilovesmemore - ek hou van jou                               donghyuck x reader (college!au, elite!au) || ✿ †             just started so i can’t give feedback but excited for this!!

Fan Fictions

@earth-to-that-asian                                                           silly - dilf!johnny x reader || ✦                                             jhbhervgbedgrf amazing, AMAZINGGG!

50 shades of qian - dilf!kun x reader || ✦                         these two are literally my fave of yours, can’t wait till you drop more, if y’all searching for nct!dilf content THIS IS THE BLOG FOR YOU

 @xuxisins - daydreaming                                                   dilf!johnny x reader || ✦                                                       yeah I read a lot of dilf content, leave me alone anyway this one ghmmm this one really hit home, godd. honey keep up with the good writing, seriously.

 @domjaehyun - truth or dare                                            johnny x jaehyun x seonghwa x reader || ✦                     HBHRREFURFHBFV I’M ALREADY A SLUT FOR JOHNJAE BUT THEN YOU GO ADD MY BIASWRECKER IN ATEEZ!?? COME ON MA!!but this was so hot omg

 @jaeminscoffee - ineffable                                               taeyong x reader || ✿   too cute :( I love the way you write!

 @moondustis -  remember when                                      jaehyun x reader || ✿ †                                                       I cried so much omg this was a masterpiece, really.

 @moonttaeil - take my love                                               husband!jaehyun x reader || ✿ †                                       why did you make me cry like that??? I loved it!

@strawberrymilkandcigarettes - danger || ✿ † ✦ gangleader!yuta x reader x gangleader!jaehyun. I am so excited for this!!!! The first chapter was spectacular!!

@riskyrenjun - shower for two                                           doyoung x reader || ✦                                                           this was so hot god, now I want this with doyoung!

 @leesmrk                                                                               oui mas non - fratboy!jaehyun x reader || ✿ † ✦             the sexual tension!!! Woahh this is one of my fave jae fics, I have read this like 2-4 times!

home run, baby [prequel: the next base] baseball player!mark x reader || ✿ ✦                                 this one was so cute!! mark is an absolute cutie in this!! I wanna put him in my pocket and keep him safe from this cruel world )):                    

@127-mile - now that we found love                                 ceo!johnny x blackwidow!reader || ✿ † ✦                         this was a masterpiece like ceo johnny???? sign me up then.

 @whereisten - I Know What You Did Last Summer 1  2  (read on browser) king!ten x princess!reader x prince!lucas || ✿ † ✦         okay so first thing, I love this fic but I hate it at the same time. I’m not saying it’s bad, not at all. It’s amazing writing actually BUTT this fic had me mad for atleast 4 days and I cried like a damn baby the first day, please keep up the amazing writing, I loved it!!

                                                                                    @jungcity - suadade (read on browser)                         taeyong x reader (college!au) || ✿ † ✦                             the plots in this!!! I cried so much at the end!!(I’m a sensitive hoe leave me alone)but this was INCREDIBLE          

 @lustfuldevils - smoky aura                                                 johnny x reader ||✦                                                             this is my favorite john fic out there, I have read this atleast 10 times. STUNNING.

@ceruleanskies crescents and daggers jeno x reader (royalty!au) || ✿ † ✦                                     I loved this and the plot was so cool!! The emotions!! you never disappoint with a fic!    

what happens in mykonos…   jaehyun x reader(strangerstolovers!au) || ✿ † ✦             it was so cute, the fluff in this is immaculate!! Lowkey my fave jaehyun fic    

 @seokjinsdisciple - enemy                                                 enemy!johnny x reader ||✦                                                 put me in my feels, deadass. Wanted to punch johnny so bad but the following scene made up for it!

Series        

@lovestrucked-again - delirium                                         mafia leader!taeyong x reader || ✿ ✦                               it’s so sexy, one of my favorite mafia series, fr.

 @neo-culture-taste - abeilles au printemps                 nct x pregnant!reader || ✿ † ✦                                           this one had me holding my belly the whole time, the amount of crack in this!! I absolutely love the drama in this, can’t wait for the next chapter. TEAM DOYOUNG.

 @moonttaeil - frathouse                                                     fratboys!nct x reader || ✿ † ✦                                             okay so fratboys nct are my fave aus literally. And this serie is a masterpiece!

 @mooneylooney1 - darker angels                                    superpowered!wayv x psychologist!reader || † ✦         THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS BROOOOOO, AMAZING. SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS!!

 @yunocity - binding bonds                                               ceo!jaehyun x ceo!reader || ✿ † ✦ ✓                                 THE BEST OMG THIS SERIE HAD SO MANY EMOTIONS SO MUCH ANGSTTT, AMAZING!!  

@vintagejaemin - victus tamen lapsis                             mafia leader!jaehyun x med student!reader || ✿ † ✦     I read this a few months ago and it still amazes me how good your writing is, this serie is a masterpiece!

 @jungcity - bane of the devil.                                            vampire!jaehyun x reader || ✿ † ✦ ✓                               now this was amazing, the plots in this?the angst? AMAZING this was my first vampire fic/serie and is still my favorite

 @notnctu - ridin’ club                                                         streetracer!00 line x reader || ✿ † ✦                                 jeno’s chapter?muah that one is seriously my fave, hyuck’s chapter is good too!! But jeno’s hit different.

 @jenonctcity - differences                                                 badboy!00 line  x reader || ✿ † ✦                                       ahhhhhhhh oh my fucking god this one made me cry, I have literally read everything except jaemins story that one is a little too much for me since I went through that kind of thing but Ioved the rest!! renjun’s is my favorite!!

Teasers

@nct127dreamwayv - quatervois                                     idol!johnny x reader || ✿ † ✦      

 @suhpressed - eyes on you                                               crime boss!jaehyun x fbi agent!mole!reader || ✿ † ✦          

 @mooneylooney1                                                                 a hundred blurry sunsets soldier!doyoung x nurse!reader || † ✦  

whisper in my ear dilfmarried!lucas x friendofdaughter!reader || † ✦    

 @yunocity - star crossed scarlets                                   johnny x reader (college!au) || ✿ † ✦    

 @ceruleanskies - the blister beetle                                 doyoung x reader x yuta (detective!au) || † ✦

      @127-mile - lovesick                                                           yandere!tattoo artist!jaehyun x reader || † ✦    

 @ncteaxhoe - crimson lace                                               ceo!doyoung x bartender!reader || † ✦    

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Days Of Eminence | L. Jeno

Summary: There’s only a small amount of cities that still exist, the city of Eminence being the next most likely to perish. It’s not the city that dies, but the people - guided by an Angel. He says Y/N is his saviour, the one who can guide him to Heaven, but how can she when she’s the one meant to kill him.  Genre: angst, smut, 

Pairing: angel! Jeno x agent! female reader (ft Jaemin) Word count: 5k

Warning: corruption of Angelic themes, smut, death

a/n: Something very different as part of the summer collaboration by @neo-cult-ure​. My chosen summer-titled song is “Summer” by Keshi. Thank you for hosting this!! <3  

“3 months is all we’ve got.” _____

They asked you to write everything you could remember. A hard thing since there’s only so much sorrow in the telling. Your mind shies away from it, looping between the past and present in time.

Jaemin squeezed your arm, his face stern. “Stay only long enough to find out what goes on, Y/N. 3 months is all we’ve got.”

You nodded, believing it would be that easy; truly imagining that you were prepared for what was coming.

***

First Month Eminence was cool and muted as the mountain city of summer. As in summer, most constructions of the city covered in a shadowed glow, soft stone in the dark; seemingly clean, bare, bonelike whiteness. You knew the ceremonies conducted by the Angel occurred during sunset, hence your entry at that time. Walking through the main street you started to see how the people of this place looked ill and frail. Many bore savage burn scars, though they looked content.

“We know there is a place called the Chantry where the people meet to hear the Angel speak every day. I will guide you there.”

Passing from the pink stained dusty street and into the shadowy interior of the Chantry, you could hear the murmurs of the hundreds of voices that echoed. People were pressed in close and stood staring up at a raised stage. A plain wooden seat set atop the stage and sitting on it, was the Angel.

Dressed in a white shirt, barefoot; his feet not quite touching the floor, fingers clasped loosely on his lap, like a child sitting at his lessons. Though he wore no crown, his hair was white and rose up floating about his head, catching the sunlight in a nimbus.

Behind him, the shocking contrast. The outermost wall of the city lay open and presented a black continuous land. Eminence was the edge of the frontier beyond which no one could walk and live for long.

Jaemin had told you the Angel was young, but the light glowing behind him made it impossible to tell. You felt uneasy at the face of shadows crowned by light, surround darkness. You told yourself, that it was a deliberate effect, that the angel had aimed to make himself binding awe and mystery.

Then the angel shifted and light fell onto his features.

You gasped, but the sound drifted and lost its way into the cries of people pressed around you. Your breath was kicked out of you; the Angel was beautiful.

Even as you recall these memories, your seeking for another word, but are defeated, for there is no word made that can describe the solemn beauty of the Angel’s features. You were stunned.

Surely the others tasked with your mission would have mentioned this. And if so, why didn't they tell you? Then a second later you realise that the appearance of the Angel would not be thought important to adult agents searching for power and corruption. They would not see such incandescent beauty as power, for anyone seeing truly must know no corruption had ever touched that face. Here was goodness personified. Here was an Angel.

It made sense now, why they had chosen to send you instead. An adult would see a child in the Angel’s face and search for a manipulator. Indeed, you had been warned to search for the boy’s controlled. But you only saw beauty, so pure it could inflame those who looked upon it with a kind of madness of adoration; and in its midst, eyes with the sad wisdom of emotion.

You missed quite a lot of what he was saying that day due to your shock at his appearance, but you visited the Chantry every day from then on, with the rest of the citizens, listening to him say the same words over and over again. Before long, you knew them well enough to chant with him, as the rest did.

“There was a sickening of the spirit of heaven.” He began without preamble, voice sweet and low pitched, shaped to the story, so that his words became a sort of wind that breathed itself into you.

“Therefore, heaven separated this sickening spirit, lest it infect the rest, imprisoning it in a cage of flesh. Sent it upon the earth, the flesh which calls itself human-kind, multiplied, as is its nature. Far from what heaven had hoped, the spirit became further corrupted, wholly absorbed by its physical prison.”

His voice shaded into an implacable subtone. “In grace and infinite mercy, heaven sought to undo this binding of flesh to spirit. I am that spirit and that flesh sent to rid Plethora – to end the overmuch of flesh and spirit that clings to it and worships it.”

“These are the days of Plethora; the days of Eminence which you may prepare for the end of flesh. That the spirit in you will perish with the flesh in which you chose not to rise above. This is the judgement of heaven. I am the Angel, offering to those who seek it, a high path offering the choice to loosen your spirit from flesh so that when Plethora comes, it may fly.”

He asked who aspired to take the High path and a lot of people lifted their arms, streamed through doors to left and right at the front of the Chantry. After a few visits, you had learned those who were more sick and ailing and scared, stood right. The others gathered on the left.

You watched them go curiously, thinking to yourself that this High Path and the whole story of being an Angel, was a mixed belief of old religions. Your superiors had predicted it.

“The angel is using tried and true beliefs, but the it doesn't explain how he has amassed his power. Nor does it explain the weapons he has his followers collect. If it was only weapons, we could disarm them and let them be, but there is more to it than that and this Angel is the centre. That is where you come in, it seems the Angel is searching for someone to restore his condition.”

They meant this literally. The Angel lived amongst people who adored him, who devoted their entire life towards him, yet, he could not find someone to share his warmth and in turn grew colder each day. You were told he would play with the Children of Eminence. You learned how easy it was to get to him the first day you woke in the city, attendants of his asking who would like to visit the Angel. Ten were selected. It was a simple process, proving no difficulty, but that wasn't your goal. Initially you had planned to learn a little more about the High Path, advocated by the Angel.

You learnt that the meaning behind separating the spirit from flesh was literally that; people letting themselves be physically tortured. You learnt it the hard way, choosing to follow those people who ushered you to the left door in the Chantry. You knew there was a physical torture of some sort behind the door, having seen those who went in healthy come out battered and thin and pale, but still alive.

They are a nightmare to remember. Only glimpses can still be recalled through the erased memories. They were not able to wipe out everything, and the strongest details of pain remained; where you were swimming and swimming desperately in a vast of water, pushed by people prodding sticks to keep you from reaching the surface, until you could swim no more. You would sink, screaming for the end to come, breathing in the thickness of liquid. There would be agony, then unconsciousness. Then you would be revived and be tortured to undergo the same thing all over again.

Some died in this first process of the High Path, and the Angel praised them, claiming heaven had accepted their spirit before Plethora had fallen. Many went mad, the pain of drowning and reviving repetitively unable to keep the sane. You were on the verge of falling victim to the second stage; thinking it could not be any worse, when you were selected to visit the Angel.

Second Month Unable to refuse, you went with caution and a little excited flock of children, expecting rituals and brainwashing, or maybe some sort of sexual interference disguised as play, but all the Angel did was play with them. The children squealed and giggled, running in circles as he tickled them, crawled after them, growling and pretending to gobble them up. He laughed and told them stories of heaven, singing melodies and songs he had learnt. You hovered at the back, wondering how one who so obviously adored children could allow them to be tortured and guide them to their deaths.

As if he felt the intensity of your scrutiny, the Angel looked over the children’s heads, towards you. And in that moment, you learnt the truth behind love at first sight: a mingling of souls that surpass all sense, all words, all life. The first single look you exchanged left you weakened in a voracious longing. But the most shattering thing, was the awareness the Angel experienced the same amount of recognition and emotion.

You watched his lips part in the shape to form a word, perhaps a curse or prayer, then he beckoned you. The children parted, letting you pass as you moved to him as quickly as you could, unable to contain the string that seemed to be tugging from his direction.

“Welcome, my dearest love,” he whispered, taking your hand, “I was waiting for you.”

You were completely bewildered. You tried to open your mouth but nothing came out; the phrases you had prepared in order to fit in, could not form. Dearest love.

“I am Y/N.”

He smiled and it seemed to you there was something new in his face. “Yes.��� He released one of your hands and reached out to stroke a finger along your cheek. “I am Jeno, and as an Angel, I am beyond saving. Yet how else shall my spirit transcend flesh at the end, except by its grace? Thus heaven swore that I would find Plethora in the face and flesh of a girl called Y/N. My name was given to me – Jeno – as I was told I would know its truest meaning only when I saw you, and with that pain that it would bring, my soul can be released.”

You swallowed hard, unable to process the stream of words amongst your panicking madness of gibberish about love and death. “I…I don't understand. Did you know I would come?”

“I knew you would come to stand before me today. I left you to freely wander through the city of Eminence where other agents before you were discarded of at once.”

“I…other agents?” you questioned, feeling your spine turn cold.

He sighed. “You are not the first to be sent from your city in fear of attack and conversion to Angel worshipping. The man who led you here still stands outside these walls, where even now, waits for you outside Eminence, his fear of losing you gnawing at him.”

You blinked, remembering the look on Jaemin’s face as he placed the gun in your hand.

“You have undergone the start to the High Path,” Jeno goes on. “You have seen all the city in your wanderings. You asked questions and received true answers. You know my name, my face, my voice. I know that you have yet to be touched by the Highest Path – but we shall find that path in one another, for only by love can the soul find its highest pain.”

You gave up your act of confusion. You were trained to accept and prepare for the inevitable death when the time would come. The fear of death mingled with his words of terrifying madness claimed of love. You let your emotions fuse into a shield, waiting for it to form a barrier that could not be broken.

“An opportunity will come, in that split second when you can act and alter the course of events. Miss it and you die.” Jaemin had warned you, showing you how to remain calm and watchful.

“What are you going to do with me?” you asked the Angel.

“First, I will show you what you have not been allowed to find,” he said, and with that, he led you out of the enclosed garden. The children trailed behind in a train as he brought you through the city to the silos where the weapons were kept. Ancient missiles which, when activated, would rain acid chemicals to poison the earth and sear the flesh.

“H-How did you find them?” you asked, frozen at the sight. There was enough to destroy all cities – Plethora.

“Heaven guided me,” Jeno said, his fingers lightly caressing your arm.

“Why?” you hesitated, but you knew. Had you not heard the words a dozen times? Watched him form the sentences from his lips? As if reading your mind, he said them once again.

“These are the Plethora days - the end days - in which the spirit will be guided to abandon the flesh in judgement of heaven.” He touched the missile gently as if it was an animal that may run. “In a sense, I am also an agent, sent from Heaven. Just as your Jaemin had given you that gun to summon aid, I have you. My one chance for redemption.”

He smiled and led you back to the garden. Strange though it seemed, the two of you sat and he held you, stroked your hair and whispered words of love into your ears. He went for a while to deliver his morning speech, but he returned immediately after. You didn’t bother to run or hide, because he was an Angel and you knew you were captured by love.

“Come with me,” he murmured, grasping your hand in his as he guided you down an empty street. The sun was setting now, glowing from behind your figures and casting a shadow over you.

Jeno led you to a small but neatly structured building. His place was far from your imagination. For some unknown reason, you had pictured a place full of light of both natural and artificial. A room full of white, perhaps a few paintings of what he claimed was heaven. So to come into a small building shrouded with colours of grey and black surprised you. He left the curtains drawn during the day, allowing no light to shine through and liven his home.

“Is this where you live?” you asked quietly, swaying the curtains slightly as you peeked through to see outside.

“Yes,” he replied, “Do you like it?”

It bought a strange comfort knowing that his place was different from what you expected, a strange sense of relief. The Angel was a being himself, not controlled, not programmed, but with his own thoughts, likes and dislikes.

“I do, it’s nice.” It wasn't something that could be explained; the thought process that ran through your mind when it occurred. You bought your hand to his arm, sliding it down to hold his hand. He turned to look at you, startled at your touch.

You squeezed his hand softly, feeling his fingers intertwine with yours. He doesn't seem to realise what his doing, focused only on your eyes, caught in them yet again, out of his depth.  

Jeno blinked; suddenly he knew. He leaned in towards you, just a little. And you watched as his soft dark eyes close, bringing his lips in to touch yours. He leaned in further, sweeping your lips with his tongue and he felt his heart leap when you opened for him.

His hand cupped your chin and you let your face be guided. That too was right, as was the sudden tautness in your nipples. And his long fingers leaving your face, softly sweeping over your shoulder to enfold your breast - that was right, too, as it should be. And so was Jeno’s emphatic manhood, now thrusting upwards; that too was appropriate, perfect.

His breath caught at the feeling of soft fingers on his knee, tracing their way up his thigh. His hand swept over to your other breast, squeezed tenderly. His uncertainty vanished when you reopened your eyes. The look in them was ageless, assured. He could see yearning in them, too, a need not just for him, but for his approval, his acceptance of you as you. His breath caught again as you hand moved further, as if in confirmation, grasped at his cock. Your tongue met his, teased and played as your fingers rolled his balls between them.

He began to turn towards you, but the you were faster and he found himself pushed onto his back on the couch with you lying half on top of him. Your lips crushed his, your tongue probing deeper into his mouth. His hesitancy gone, he kissed back, his own hunger now open and clear.

Your fingers trailed lightly up and down the length of his manhood before returning to the tip, pulling it gently away from his body. You held it there for a moment, released it, began to roll his balls again. He had never been so hard, so aroused. His eyes closed as he focused on your light, deft touch.

You smiled to yourself, happy at his obvious pleasure.

You in her turn gasped softly as Jeno’s hand squeezed first one breast, then the other, lifting, weighing them, mounding them. His hands drifted, began to roll and pull your long nipples; you sighed at the sweet sensation flooding through your body. It was clear that the Angel, too, knew what pleased a partner. His patient, loving working of your nipples continued even as you shifted, moving to lie on your side, facing him. You shuddered, gave a slight cry as he lightly pinched a swollen nub, leaned down and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. You felt your labia swell, sensed your dew on them, felt your clitoris ease out from under its hood, hard now, expectant.

Your hand moved from his balls to his cock. You slid a hand over it, up and down, thumbing its swollen head at the top of each stroke, giggled as it twitched in your hand. Squeezing harder, you began to drag the velvety skin back and forth over its iron core, slowly at first, then faster and still faster.

You gave a low moan as his hand moved down your body, caught along your pubic hair, pulled it gently. You could feel the air on your wet sex, moaned again as a long finger traced the length of your entrance.

You moaned again as the finger probed your opening up to the first knuckle, began to turn and twist within you. You could feel an orgasm building within you as his foreplay fanned a fire unfed for far too long.

You sensed that he too was very close.

You gave a strong push, rolling the Angel onto his back, his engorged organ swaying for a moment. With a soft chuckle, you straddled him, reached down and slowly guided yourself down onto his length. You paused for a moment, sitting upright, your eyes closed, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being filled, happily stretched by Jeno’s manhood.

He layed still, his eyes sweeping back and forth between your eyes and your breasts. His hands rose up over your waist, fell to seize the tops of your hips. He smiled at the sight of your figure beginning to sway and rock on his cock.

Your eyes were closed and there was a happy smile on your face, one of pleasant concentration perhaps. The sun shone through your hair, rays reflecting against the bedsheets. With each roll of your hips, your soft breasts swayed, the ends of your hair drifting across his face and chest.

He slid his hands lightly over your thighs, came to rest on your bum. Your weight was on him and he couldn't move his hips. He found himself longing to pull you down, to crush your lips on his. His hands rose, hesitated.

Instead, he settled them on your waist, squeezed, pulling your body against his. Your skin was warm, soft, with toned, firm flesh underneath. His hands swept up to recapture your breasts, took your swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulled gently, twisted.

You drifted in a wave of sensation as you rolled up and down on his cock. The taut rim of its crown pushing back and forth across your velvet lining fanned your arousal, each millimeter of motion like gasoline on a fire.

For the first time since you arrived, you were allowing yourself to be happy, to enjoy yourself without guilt. You began to give short cries as Jeno’s fingers gripped your nipples more firmly, pulled them and turned them.

You shifted, grabbed his wrists and leaned forward, pinning them to the armrest over his head. You could feel your nipples brush across his chest every time your hips drove torso down.

Jeno, for the first time in his experience, was not controlling anything. It was a strange thing for him -- exciting, but very different. Looking up at you, he could see that you’d caught your lower lip between your teeth. Your eyes were closed as you focused on the happy lust blooming within you.

His hands held against the sheet, he could do little but enjoy the sensation of you working yourself over and along his cock. After a moment, he bent his legs, pushing you further up his body. You opened your eyes, smiled at him briefly before changing your rolling to more of a plunging motion.

Your boobs swayed and swung as you bounced up and down; your soft buttocks slid up and down along his thighs.

He found that he could lean his head forward and almost reach... He pulled his feet in closer, raising his knees, pulling her closer still... and found his mouth could now reach your nipples when you came close enough. You gasped in surprise the first time and, still biting your lip, moaned in appreciation.

Jeno’s cock felt enormous to you. He could feel a fiery pressure building behind his balls.

You dropped all of your weight letting the intrusion into your pussy, letting yourself grind your pelvis against his. You went rigid for a moment, crying out at the explosion of joy, your orgasm possessing you, controlling you.

***

“Will you kill me so easily?” you whispered, unable to fall asleep with the silky sheets tucked around you.

And then you turned in your position, shifting to stare at him carefully in the dark – the only light provided by the natural moonlight shining between the gap of the open slit in the curtain. His expression lost as it seemed reality set back in. And then he wept, and you wept too. He reached out a pulled you into his arms. Surprised at the strength of his arm under your soft flesh. His hands trembled as they rested on your bare arms, and he leaned towards you and put his lips on yours.

“Flesh keeps our spirits apart,” he said, without taking his mouth away from you. “When Plethora comes, we will never be parted, not in all eternity.”

“But we won’t be ourselves in your heaven,” you shivered, the desire for him to kiss you again so powerful it felt like a knife poking at the edges of your heart.

“You’ll see.” he murmured bleakly, and you noticed the shadow of longing, the pain of parting, mirrored in his eyes, “it’ll be okay,” he said. And he kissed you again.

The two of you laid awake all night, he told you his coming to Plethora and the years of his rising to power. He explained to you the deaths of the agents - all self chosen as they challenged the road to the High Path. They had been converted he explained. You knew he was trying to convert you, and that in convincing you to accept death, he was fighting his love. In turn, you sought to win from his duty to heaven. Every minute that passed together seemed to make love seem brighter and more dangerously alluring.

Third Month The next day, or perhaps it was many days later, he showed you the maps that indicated the piles of missiles which had been set under all the cities; under yours. To destroy Plethora wasn’t enough for him. He showed you the room on the perimeter of Plethora, where the explosions and weapons would simultaneously be set off.

“This time, everything will go.”

“You’d kill all of those thousands of people after they survived the madness of world wars?” you asked, standing in the small machine dominated room

“I would free the souls left behind,” he said gently, “free them from fear and death and pain and sorrow,”

“And from love and beauty of the sort that only flesh would know?”

Again there was a flash of pain in his eye, and he stroked your cheek, then pointed to the back of your pants – the gun hidden underneath your clothing. “Why not summon him then? He will come here to save you will he not? He could kill me and save you.”

You thought there was a flare of hope in his eyes.

“Would you let him kill you?” you asked, knowing that there was an answer already known. The thought of Jeno dying bought heavy pains to your heart.

***

“You believed he was an Angel?” Jaemin asks, taking a moment to read through the words you had just written down. His eyes are filled with pain, disbelief and lack the warmth they held moments ago. He does not try to hide it anymore, unable to care if he knows how you feel.

“He was,” you say, “He came to bring Plethora. He fell in love, he trusted me.”

“Y-You loved him?” He turns around, letting himself stare out at the window as he braces himself

“I-I did.” you hesitate, wondering how many forms of pain your heart could go through without breaking for good.

“You killed him,” Jaemin states blankly, “You had to. He would have killed himself, killed you, and all of us. All the children and killed humanity out of love. You killed him so that we would survive.”

The flashes of pain and memory well up and spill out of you. Again you see his face, fused with radiance, for he would have walked the Highest Path of all in the moment of his death, knowing he failed because of his love for you. Again you feel the wind blow past your body, the explosion and flaring heat of flames as they coiled around you. The sound of Eminence dying was the sound of your undeniable regrets.

***

“Could you explain what happened?” The man asks, “I know its written here but…”

He stops talking, not wanting to force you into explaining something so visibly emotionally exhausting but desperate for the information.

“He showed me the control room, and when I had the chance, I went back to destroy it. I rewired it so that it would be blown up. I didnt realise the city would go with it. I thought it’d be only the room.”

“He might have lied when he said the control room was the only centre. The weapons could have been triggered some other way.”

You look at the wall, and when he realises it’s the end of the conversation, he leaves. He doesn’t believe Jeno was an Angel, convinced you had perhaps been manipulated – gone mad. He could not understand than an Angel is truth. Unfortunately you could not tell him any different. People see what they want to see. Jeno had said that.

“It was foreseen that it would come to this moment of balance,” Jeno had said, standing in the doorway of the control room. His eyes were on the weapon you held. Jaemin had handmade it, the handgun that had been carved with your initials, attached with a blooming light. Your hand trembled.

“You love me,” Jeno said.

You nodded weeping, “I do, but I have to stop you. I can’t let you destroy everything.”

“Only flesh, my love. Only the material world would die. I would never hurt you.” He was smiling because he was an Angel. And Angels are love and only know of love. He loved you, but he did not understand the nature of flesh, the need for it to survive - to love. “Come with me.” he said, his face exalted, “It’s not too late, even with all you have done. We can end it together.”

He reached for the lever which would bring destruction to the world before the control room could explode and sever Eminence from the other cities. But before he could, you triggered first. The gun that you had not once ever used finally triggered and a red flower landed on the Angel’s heart. He fell like a snowflake, as the city around you shook. His head landed in your lap and he smiled, lifting his fingers to your face.

“Too late,” he whispered, his hand falling back. “I failed heaven. I failed you, my love. We must part.”

“No,” you cried, but he was gone, flesh and spirit.

***

Survival is a disturbing topic. You were meant to follow him, for the journey of the High Path was started together. Yet you live and suffer. Perhaps the path is longer for you, a punishment for your betrayal.

The meaning behind his name only occurred to you long after your recovery. Jeno was an Angel, a King to his city. He was the strength of life, binding the souls and spirits of the citizens and guiding them to Heaven. And he was also strength in its scariest form – forcing you to put an end to the life of someone you cherished in the short 3 months you had.  

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Ships are a small things for followers/readers to interact and ask me which characters I ship them with from a specific fandom.

Example ;; For Marvel: I have brown hair, hazel eyes and I’m 5’ 9. I love to read, write and explore. I enjoy talking to people, however, I typically get really anxious which causes my hand or legs to shake...

#bbc sherlock #tkam #the good doctor #good omens #naruto #gladiator #joker #marvel #hamilton #lucifer #request #general

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Black Canary: New Wings #3

I'm suddenly hungry for cheesecake.

A friend of mine on Twitter has been retweeting #PitMad tweets and I'm losing my mind. If you don't know what Pitch Wars is, it's a thing that takes place on Twitter. Specific days are set aside for up and coming writers to Tweet out short synopsis of their novel idea in the hopes that an agent will love their unique vision and turn them into the next...well, I don't know anybody that ever became a famous writer thanks to Pitch Wars. I'm sure it's happened because there's no way agents could pass up some of these terrific pitches! Especially the ones that begin with two pop culture media hits, implying a wacky mash-up of the two ideas! "PULP FICTION X 101 DALMATIANS! Can Jules convince Vinnie that dog's have personality before he decimates the local Dalmatian population? 'What do I look like, motherfucker? Dead motherfucking dog motherfucking storage?!'" How come the agents are knocking down my door after that pitch?! It seems the majority of pitches my friend has retweeted have been of the "Teenager discovers magic secret about their family!" variety. "Bartlett doesn't find themselves fitting in at school so they go online to discover a magic tumble blog where everybody's wishes come true. But when porn is banned from the site, are the granted wishes even worth bothering with?!" Here's my other young adult novel pitch: "Randall, a syphilitic werewolf, doesn't believe in science. But when an asteroid heading toward Earth threatens to destroy everything, he teams up with eleven year old science fair winner, Bethany Hateswolves, and a box of raccoons to save humanity." I know that was a joke pitch but I kind of want to write it now. I probably shouldn't be tweeting joke pitches with the #PitMad hashtag because how will prospective agents be able to tell the real ones from my totally awesome ones? I wonder what this Black Canary pitch might have looked like? "Black Canary ditches Ollie to fight side-by-side with Vietnamese radio jock Gan Nguyen against white supremacists infiltrating the U.S. government. If that's too on the nose, maybe make the white supremacists werewolves!"

This is some absolutely beautiful and insightful writing. I can't wait to read the letters of butthurt 90s readers!

These panels finally got me to Google Sarah Byam and it turns out she wrote some stories for Elfquest and, at the moment I read that, I thought, "Oh! I felt like the name was familiar." Even though before that moment, I hadn't really thought that the name was that familiar! I think my brain is gaslighting me. She also wrote something called Billi 99 (the tag line for the 4 issue series: "It's 1999... Do You Know Where Your Civil Rights Are?") which I'm almost certainly going to have to dig up, even if Tim Sale was the artist on it. I don't have anything bad to say about Tim Sale! It's just his style (which he has in abundance and which is a good thing to have!) isn't up my back alley. Last issue, I said the guy running the crack house was the Senator's son. That was my mistake. It looks like he's just some renegade dealer whose going to fuck up the Senator's plan to destroy minorities with crack cocaine. Somehow. I'm not sure how. You'd realize I'm too dumb to understand the plot if you'd remember that thing I said earlier about not comprehending what I was reading last issue. I blame all the acid I took in my twenties even though I don't mean that. I can't be mad at you, acid trips in my twenties. You were the best! Also, I think the guy I've been calling Senator Garrenger is actually Senator Garrenger's son. Now it makes sense why he looks like a child in a man's suit! That was probably a clue as were the narration and dialogue use to explain the plot which I'm fairly certain I read but who knows? Maybe I was having a flashback. Black Canary explains the plot to the Seattle Chief of Police which helps my brain go, "Oh! Okay! I'm following this now!" Maybe my complaint that it's hard to follow comic books when there's a full month between each chapter has been wrong this entire time. Because I've just read two issues of a comic book in two days and I'm still confused by the third issue! Has it been my stupid brain all this time? Fucking idiot. You're making me look like a jerk, brain! If only you were as smart as I tell people you are! I want to make clear: my inability to follow the plot is not a fault with the writing. It's totally me and whatever distractions and inherent biases kept me from comprehending the story. Maybe I shouldn't be reading political twitter posts between every page of the comic book. Hell, sometimes I even put the book down for an hour or so while I play a little bit of the super cheap computer role playing game, The Quest, that I bought on GOG. It's so terrible in so many ways but not in any way that makes playing it not enjoyable. Do you understand what I mean?! A lot of superhero books purport to be about how you don't have to have super powers to be a hero. They inspire us and we inspire them. But few have ever done it as well as this scene from Black Canary:

How much has been written about super heroes as gatekeepers? Maybe all the Green Lanterns where Hal Jordan is all, "Fuck you, Guy Gardner! You're my shitty back-up!"

All these reviews on this series aren't my usual style. I feel like I'm edging into actual reviewer territory.

With that ass, she can keep my gate any time!

Ah, I feel much better now! Welcome back to the front, acid-brain-damaged me! I would have only scanned her ass so y'all could get a nice, close-up view of it but then I thought I'd be doing this panel a disservice. Notice how Black Canary's entire body is drawn, exploding outside of the panel lines? It's like this panel is declaring, "Black Canary is more than just her ass! I know! That's quite a claim to make but look! She is also a head and feet, you sexist pigs!" Man, I'm really getting political! Here's another take about the panel above that proves I'm an actual reviewer and not just a dumb online jerk who doesn't mind people thinking he jerks off to comic book pictures: Black Canary's ass looks like it was drawn by Chris Ware. Black Canary hunts down the drug dealer, Drake, whom I thought was the Senator's son while also thinking the Senator's son was the Senator! He almost kills both Black Canary and Gan but his gun runs out of ammunition due to shooting rats in the sewers. That was a scene from earlier that I didn't think was important and now I know why it was important! To show that Drake is a fool who doesn't do the smart gun owner thing: always reload! While Drake is being taken to the police chief by Black Canary, he gets shot in the head by the white supremacist assassin. He escapes but Black Canary and Gan find clues that link the drug operation to a Neo-Nazi camp outside of Seattle. They go to investigate in hopes of finding a link to the Senator. But before Black Canary can find one, she and Gan are caught by the racists! And no Green Arrow in sight (or on site!) to save the day! Black Canary: New Wings #3 Rating: A. For a comic book that I could barely get excited about reading because the covers are so uninspiring, it's really surprised me! Hopefully there will be some letters from a bunch of "I'm not a racist but" racists soon!

Not the exact letter I was looking for but good enough! "Too much talk about things that matter!"

#Black Canary #Sarah Byam #Trevor Von Eeden #Dick Giordano #DC #DC Comics

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Hello again, ladies and gentlemen.After quite a bit of debating with myself, I’ve decided to write up another overview of Peter Moon’s and Preston B. Nichols’s Montauk Project series, because the madness just keeps on going and I have to share it with you, if for no other reason than to leave a written record of my own mental breakdown after reading this. Maybe this will reveal more hints as to Season 2, so there’s a glimmer of hope.So, seeing as how this is probably going to turn into a regular thing, I’m hereby calling this little column/commentary/whatever the ”Hawkins Book Club”.Yes, it’s not spectacularly original. Now, without further ado, onto the summary!Montauk Revisited: Adventures in Synchronicity was published in 1994 after the surprising success of the first book (my overview of which you can read here) presumably due to sales from conspiracy theorists who read it like the Bible and people who just wanted to laugh at it. The book starts out with this dedication;“This book is dedicated to the memory of Jan Brice, a fellow seeker on the path, and the man who photographed ‘The Beast’.”In a similar vein, I am dedicating this snarky commentary to the memory of Shepard, the man who waved a flashlight in the face of “The Beast”.The book starts off with a prelude that for whatever reason talks at length about John Whiteside Parsons, the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and the evolution of rockets.Well this is boring, where’s all the time-traveling Neo-Nazis?“But Jack Parsons was far more than a brilliant rocket scientist. He was not only a colorful and popular personality but also an occultist and practicing magician. In fact, his sphere of influence was so great that rumors consistently circulated (and are still heard even today) that the other scientists worshipped him and practiced strange rites under his direction.”Oh, thank God. I was getting worried that you suddenly regained some of your sanity, Moon. Saying that one of the pioneers of rocketry was a magician put any doubts to rest.So because of these “strange rites”, the military assigned a Naval officer to investigate. However, the officer “had his own agenda”. For you see, this officer was part of several psychological studies done with “truth serum” and “abnormal psychology”. Why were these studies done?”These studies, in pan opened the door to the consciousness of aliens and their influence upon mankind.”Of course. And who exactly is this Naval officer, you might ask?“The name of this Naval officer was none other than L. Ron Hubbard who would engage Parsons as a friend and participate in his magical workings.”………………………………………………………………………………Well, you best pour yourself a drink; this is gonna be a long one.“Parsons was assassinated in 1952 by an explosion in his laboratory. I was born down the road six months later (this is not meant to imply that I was Jack Parsons) and my life followed a rather incredible path that eventually lead me to the doors of L. Ron Hubbard, Preston Nichols and Jack Parsons' wife, Marjorie Cameron (an artist, poet revolutionary and an extremely feared occultist in her own right). For the most part, my meetings and involvement with these people were not consciously planned. They seemed guided by a higher power that was part of some overall scheme.”Okay, three things;1). That’s not what the term “assassinated” means.2). Why would you assume that your readers would think that you were Jack Parsons?3). What the hell do you mean by a “higher power”? Is that just your cute euphemism for liquid sunshine?Regardless, Moon ends the Prelude with this sentence;“For now, just realize that the events that preceded my involvement in all of this came as a direct result of three very famous and powerful magicians.”Sure Moon, whatever you say. We haven’t even reached the book proper and already I’ve face-palmed at least three times.So after the Prelude comes the Introduction (Moon really seems to want to put off writing the actual damn book for some reason). It basically just talks about what our old friends Preston B. Nichols and Duncan Cameron have been up to. Nichols is now studying psychic phenomena and Cameron is working as a carpenter. Kind of a downgrade from “mind-controlling time-traveler”, but to each his own. Moon then reveals his expertise; implants which “cause you to think in ways that are not in your own interest. It is a vast subject and is right at the heart of the cosmic conspiracy.”…Uh-huh.So we finally get to Chapter 1, where Moon provides an extremely pretentious explanation of what he thinks constitutes a “legend”. Seriously, you can practically feel his smugness radiating off the page. He also explains what the purpose of Experiments in Time was;“’The Montauk Project’, as it has been told by Preston Nichols, calls on us to rally around the symbol of time and break free from its limitations. It has its own place in legend simply because it is so unique. Whether or not it is true is secondary… If parts of this book cannot be accepted at face value, they should be understood in the context of legend and what the bizarre meaning is behind it all. Only in this manner can one arrive at the truth behind the subject matter.”I assume this is here so that if Moon ever gets sued for libel and defamation by any of the people or organizations he mentions in this book, he can point to this disclaimer and say it was all fiction.Hey, conspiracy theorists, I think you’re being had. Chapter 2 describes the day that started this madness. On November 7th, 1990, Moon met both Nichols and psychic Cameron for the first time (Hmm…). The two of them were speaking at a lecture alongside Cameron’s half-brother Al Bielek, discussing the Philadelphia Experiment and the Force Orgone Energy. Moon asked them why they were able to speak about such matters so freely.”Preston explained that the Government was losing control. He said they have learned over time that they can't just kill people anymore. In the past, silencing people has had a tendency to create a martyr syndrome.”I guess executing oblivious diner owners for little to no reason backfired on them.So after the lecture, Moon tried to arrange a private meeting with Nichols through the “Long Island Pyschotronics” chapter treasurer, Jewel (seriously?). However, Jewel called him a few days later saying that she was leaving the organization because;“Preston was apparently the devil and all she would say about Duncan was that he was damaged.”Well, she isn’t that far off.So apparently Moon happened to run into her a couple of days later. Jewel had “fell flat on her face that day and had to be taken home. She was incapacitated for several days”.So Nichols drove to her house to “console” her. Then;“Duncan later did an extremely elaborate reading which indicated she was working undercover for another psychotronics group.”God damn, who would have thought that psychotronics were so cutthroat?Anyway, Moon visits Nichol’s lab and witnesses demonstrations of the equipment he had lying around, including a “Biofiss”. What’s a Biofiss, you ask? I’ll let Nichols himself explain.So yeah.“During the evening, one gentleman had become excited about the idea of a book and movie for the Montauk Project. He asked Preston about it and was told that he could talk about it at a later date. By the end of the evening, as we walked to our cars, this gentleman did a total about face. He became afraid of the entire affair and said that he wanted to have nothing to do with it… For some reason, this subject has a way of frightening the living daylights out of those who get close to it.”I’m pretty sure that’s just the proper response to speaking with Preston B. Nichols for a prolonged length of time. So it’s up to Moon to write the book.“I am skeptical by nature, and I didn't even know if any of the information I'd been told was true. I took it all with a grain of salt but found it high adventure and good entertainment at the very least.”Whatever you say, Moon.“If the story was not true, I thought that it was better science fiction than I'd ever read.”Okay, now that’s definitely a lie.Moon then proceeds to praise Hubbard for a while, specifically in regards to his theories on implants. I have no interest in getting sued into oblivion and/or murdered by Scientologists, so I won’t touch upon that, sorry.So before he starts writing the book, Moon goes out to Camp Hero himself with a “pyramidologist” and psychic, Howard Metz. Whilst wandering around they happen to find some blueprints for a “Sperry gyroscope” just lying around, get yelled at by a park ranger, and come across a destroyed building that Nichols would later say was destroyed by the Demofoot, which he inexplicably named (and I swear I’m not making this up,) “Junior.”Yes, Junior. Next time you watch Season 1 of Stranger Things, keep that name in mind.After that, Moon is approached by a man who he refers to as “Mr. X”. Mr. X gave him some more information about the Montauk Project and was apparently a “double agent”. Moon then has several horrific nightmares that he claims were “amplified by psychic means,” and spotted a government agent watching him. He told Nichols about it a week later, but Nichols told him that the problem was taken care off. He explained that Cameron had did a “reading” two weeks prior and was able to detect that a government agent was after Moon, so Nichols told a “highly placed” friend to tell the CIA to knock it off, or else Nichols would publish some secret papers. After that, Moon’s nightmares stopped. Nichols then showed Moon some photographs that a guy named Jan Brice (Hmm…) had taken of Junior (ugh). Apparently, the picture was an accident and only picked up Junior as a sort of ghostly figure in front of a destroyed bunker (Brice wasn’t really paying attention). A month later, Brice dies of a heart attack.Chapter 3 begins with Moon describing his frustration in trying to find proof;“Proof does not come easily. I liken it to the analogy of a father who abuses his entire family. The father, of course, denies that he does anything wrong. The family are so cowed that they absolutely deny any wrong doing by their patriarch. This type of behavior is also seen in the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz’ when the witch's entire army cheers after Dorothy throws water and melts her. Prior to this, they were all profusely bowing down.”So we went from domestic abuse to The Wizard of Oz in the space of one paragraph. Okay…Moon describes some conversations he had with a historian, a journalist “who remained skeptical” of the first book (gee, I wonder why), and a guy who claimed to be a technician on the base who ended up repeatedly lying to Moon. Moon also met with a psychic named Maria Fix, who was investigating the Project on her own. They head out to Montauk together, and Fix literally Mind Tricks a poor old woman to get out of paying three bucks for parking.I would condemn this, but then I realized that I’m such a cheap-ass myself that if I could use the Force Orgone Energy, this is exactly what I would do (and let’s face it; you would too).The duo wander around the base and to their shock, someone actually bothered to lock the door for once. After filming the area for a while, they leave and Moon claims to have heard a voice ordering him to stay away. Six weeks after that, the camera goes missing. Moon of course has a perfectly logical explanation; the government teleported it out. Well, of course. What other reason could there be?So, Nichols messes around with the receivers he bought at the end of the first book. Then two psychics who claim to be part of the Project show up.“These are two individuals who remember working in the Montauk Chair. They went into the radio room, sat down and seemed to concentrate on the various frequencies. Duncan explained that they were just trying to pick up on a frequency that they could synchronize with and "trip out" on. In other words, certain psycho-active frequencies would promulgate various responses in the psychic.”Yeah, I bet you did a whole of lot of tripping out.Moon then gets a call from a friend named John, who had a friend that went out to Camp Hero. This friend was a professional photographer, and claimed that he was getting some unusual photos developed. After that, they lost all contact with this friend. Meanwhile, Nichols bought a massive amount of infrared photography equipment and went out to Montauk himself where he recorded several “thought forms”. For some reason, this leads Moon to think that the photographer had recorded a UFO. A bit later, Moon finds out that the photographer’s house had burned down. He then gets a short phone call from the photographer saying not to believe anything he hears about the fire. After dispensing possibly the most cliché piece of advice possible, he vanishes.Moon is then contacted by a young boy who had some papers in his possession because I guess the government is so incompetent that even children are able to get their hands on top secret files. However, Moon was unable to contact the kid again.A woman named Ivey then calls and reveals the following information;“Ivey remembered taking care of a man who had been a top scientist. This scientist claimed he had worked on a project that included a ray gun that made people invisible. The staff view was that the man was nuts but Ivey said no. He didn't act crazy but just claimed this unusual experience. She argued about it with her supervisor, but the supervisor simply said that he must be nuts. After all, he was in an institution!”I’m tempted to put in a quip about current events here, but like I said, I have no interest in a Molotov cocktail being thrown through my window, so I’ll abstain.After that, Ivey disappeared without a trace as well. Another woman named Madalyn (seriously?) calls, claiming to be a clairvoyant who was in Montauk in 1973. During her stay, she shared a house with a “wino fisherman” who had several different books on psychic phenomena. She broke into his room and read some of his books. After that, “Madalyn had an incredibly strong clairvoyant vision of Jesus Christ,” as one does. The fisherman appears, and does the following;“…he suddenly looked her straight in the eye and said, ‘You and I are different from these other people…’ He then waved his hand to make a partition so as to divide us from the rest of the group. The light on our side of the room became lighter and the light on the other side became darker. He had made a statement and then backed it up with a demonstration.”I don’t really know what to make of this, so let’s just move on.Moon concludes the chapter with yet another disclaimer;“Although these experiences are entirely legitimate, none of the information presented herein is designed or intended to constitute objective court of law style proof. That is an entirely different project that someone else might want to take up further down the road.”You know Moon, your constant legal disclaimers are really not convincing me that what you’re saying is legit.Chapter 4 starts off with a brief mention of Aleister Crowley. What does he have to do with time-traveling Neo-Nazis, you may ask? Well, apparently Nichols suddenly remembered an earlier life as a man named Preston B. Wilson (sure). He was the twin brother of Marcus Wilson who was apparently the prior incarnation of Cameron (fine). Together, they “created the first electronic instruments in Great Britain,” and worked with Crowley to help create Thorn EMI (this is stupid). Nichols acquired this information after a Thorn historian showed him a picture of himself and Cameron as the Wilson brothers in the 19th century. In addition, Thorn EMI released a film based on the Philadelphia Experiment.). This information came courtesy of a man identifying himself as “Mark Knight”, a childhood friend of Nichols and… wait…“Mark also claims to be the actor Mark Hamill who appeared as Luke Skywalker in the Star Wars trilogy. Preston will not officially identify him as Mark Hamill as he thinks he may be a look alike. It is also interesting to note that I have received totally independent information that Mark and Duncan Cameron used to be good friends. Based upon this and a private file I have seen, I believe Mark Hamill and Mark Knight to be one and the same.”…...what.“There is also another important point to consider about Mark Hamill. When he was married at the height of his fame, the "National Enquirer" ran an article about him and his new bride. It just happened to drop the information that his father was a retired U.S. Naval intelligence officer. Mark Knight not only looks exactly like the aforesaid actor, but he remembers working at Montauk while the project was in full force.”“he remembers working at Montauk while the project was in full force.”…......………………..…………………………………………………….I’ve… sat here for about five minutes, slack-jawed and eyes squinted in sheer befuddlement just staring at those words. How am I supposed to respond to that?There’s thirty three chapters in this book, but I might as well stop here because there’s no way in hell Moon is going to top that.Sigh.Moving on…“In any event, he was instrumental in getting Preston work as a sound engineer for ‘The Empire Strikes Back’.”Oh really? So why aren’t you in the credits, Nichols?“He was not listed in the credits as he wanted to keep his identity secret.”Of course.This book…I’m not even going to bother with the rest of this chapter, so the short version is that Thorn made the movie based on a VHS tape they received in the 1970s, met some resistance to releasing it, and the Illuminati was involved (did you really think that Moon wouldn’t work those guys in somehow? If so, I admire your optimism).Chapter 5 deals with Cameron’s family. I’d like to remind you that this is the family of the guy Eleven was based off of, so prepare yourself.So apparently Crowley made several references to Cameron in his autobiography. Next, a woman named Chelsea Flor contacts Moon and tells him the following;“She said that her sister used to date a man by the name of Cameron Duncan. He had a twin brother and his father was an associate at Princeton University (the same place where the theories for the Philadelphia Experiment were hatched). Cameron Duncan had a strong interest in Crowley and was believed to have experimented heavily with LSD (a mind control drug). The fact that he was a twin was also curious because, according to information I'd learned at a Psychotronic meeting, twins were the best candidates for psychic (including psycho-sexual) experimentation in certain secret projects.”Why am I not surprised by his heavy LSD use?“The Third Reich had also done extensive experimentation with twins.”Well, Moon managed to go a full four and a half chapters without mentioning the Nazis. I congratulate him on his restraint.When Moon tells Cameron about this, the psychic responds that several “doubles” of him had been spotted across the country. He is bizarrely calm about this.So a psychic named Joy tells Moon that she had been channeling the name “Cameron”, but she didn’t know why. Moon then somehow figures out that Jack Parson’s wife was also named Cameron, so he flies out to California to meet her. She then tells him that Hubbard had infiltrated Parson and Crowley’s group to break it up for some unknown reason. She also reveals that her real last name wasn’t Cameron at all, but it was actually Wilson. Hubbard’s name was apparently Wilson too.Confused yet?Chapter 6 continues this conversation and elaborates that Hubbard’s father had changed his name from “Wilson” to “Hubbard” and was born within a hundred miles of Cameron in Iowa.“This entire experience validated Preston's memory about the Wilson brothers. It may not have proven it on a court of law basis but even the most dense would observe a synchronicity that is beyond ordinary belief. The Wilsons, Camerons and Crowleys were inextricably connected by some workings which could best be described as magical.”I need another drink.So Moon drives back to his childhood neighborhood which is exactly as he remembered it. It is there that he realizes the purpose of the Montauk Project;“It is the harbinger of a grand homecoming. We have the opportunity to come home and regain our inheritance. Our consciousness was ripped asunder eons ago. Analogies about this can be read in the Holy Bible and sacred texts from many other sources. The Age of Aquarius has mandated that we will recover the lost knowledge of millennia. Hence, the holocausts of the past are coming to view and we can regain our birthright as fully conscious spiritual beings.”Make that two drinks.“According to psychic readings and memories, Preston and Duncan would be incarnations of the Wilson brothers. And while they are wizards in their own right, they are certainly not capable of having all the answers in their present state. It would therefore seem that the Wilson brothers are lost parts of their entire soul bodies, existing in other dimensions and occasionally leaking through (perhaps quite purposely) to the third dimension. And, on a broad level, we all probably have our own "Wilson brother" parts that exist in other dimensions of existence. We will come into contact with these other dimensional soul-parts of ourselves as we fully integrate with the entire universe.”……………………Anyway….Chapter 7 drags on explaining that the lunacy Moon came up with basically boils down to the fact that “Magick” is real, and is constantly competing with science. If you really want to know more about that, buy the damn book.Before we finally get back to the actual Montauk Project (and by extension, its relevance to Stranger Things), we get one more chapter in which Mr. X (remember him?) explains that Crowley was a Time-Lord. I have no further comment.Well, apparently the full posted overview was too long for reddit, so expect part 2 to come along shortly. via /r/StrangerThings

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Male Neo Agent 3 x Male Human reader (Platonic)

(I Made this gif !)

( idk why I'm doing this I'd just kinda liked this Idea I had)

■ Humanity civilization was starting to grow along with its technology and at a surprising rate and everything looked like it was starting to flourish

■ and at start of your life everything was simple and everything was nice and peaceful you lived a nice young teenager life and had great buddies and friends and had great parents and everything felt like it was a all good

Until Everything was Gone....

■ a war sprung out a massive one, bombs were being dropped, bullets were flying it was brutal for all of you

■ and during this Gigantic worldwide war a random big missle hit the arctic causing The ice there to melt and The whole world to be covered In a gigantic flood

■ some part of humanity including you rushed to their cryogenic pods to pass the time and hope that this worldwide disaster will end

■ but a sudden disaster hit the location of the cryopods and all seemed to perish except for yourself, you survived the entirety that moment and slept and drifted away for what the future could hold for you....

■ You woke up tired, groggy, feeling a subtle cold sensation all over your body you raised your body up and looked at your surroundings It was all just sand, sun and dust and large foundations made of slightly rusted metal and empty cryopods with survival packs on them.

■ You were worried about of what happened to the entirety of your home planet and to see all to turn into dead wasteland of its former peaceful life

■ But you Decided to not to worry about the now ,your new goal was to find human life and or survivors In this barren sandy wasteland and live to the fullest if you could so that is ,so you took a survival pack and headed off

■ You walked and walked and walked and walked until your legs felt like cooked spaghetti and your feet were like under-frozen jello And just over the far horizon you were about to give up and sit for awhile ....

■ But just right over the sandy horizon you saw ... A Human Head ! It was pure bliss to see another Face in this empty desert you Scream out in pure excitement and curiosity while waving your hands erratically

"HEEEYYY OVER HERE !!!"

*silence*

"Men Uniii!!"

"WHAATT"

"Un-nya-giiii!"

You squinted your eyes but still couldn't see who this lone stranger in the desert thanks to the blowing sand in the horizon, Then you walked up a few steps closer still curious to who's saying these randomized gargled like words

And it was ... wait what is that no seriously WHAT IS THIS PERSON it had two black outlines between their eyes and had yellow tentacles as hair and was wearing ragged white shirt.

"What are you?" You said slightly I fear of what this person is and probably what his intentions are

"Oomi!"

"Um Ok how do i do this? Ummm" you quickly questioning yourself of what to do in this current situation while the octopus person tilted their head in curiosity

" I " you said loudly phrasing and pointing to yourself

"HAPPY" you made an exaggerated smile by using your two fingers

"MEEEEET" waving out your two arms upwards

"YOUUUU" clasping your hands together Slightly causing the cephalopodic like stranger to be taken aback

" IT HAPPY TO SEEEE PERSON HERE YOU?"

"Uh its nice to meet you too?"

"Oh god you speak English too"

■ ok so that was an experience you were so panicked about what was happening around in this dry and sandy place , did you die? , are you in a dream?, is ANY of this real ?!.

■ You talked it out with this ..... Squid? Kid? Whatever this person is About where we're you and what this place and what his name is which was Neo

■But enough about you time to talk about Neo he was marveled about who you were and you pretty much said that you were a Human and he went insane upon you were revealed

■ Turns out that your kind was quite a popular thing around this world in museums and he asked if he could say a few and I mean few as in so much that your brain could explode

■ he asked about what you do , eat sleep or like or watch and anything that would be fun for him to know

"How do you eat? "

"Through my mouth "

"What does your hair feel like"

"fuzzy and .... hairy"

"Can I put my hand in your mouth?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No thats gross dude"

■ he also kind of have to hide you cause if anyone else knew about this who knows how this new world to you could react to this so he gave you a disguise and by placing a paper bag over your head and weirdly it worked!

■you also got few weird looks by some inklings and octolings by of course the paper bag and you walking normally but upon that you made it to his apartment

■ Now spending time as new permanent roommates would feel like a weird fever dream and you trying to get your bearings that half squid half human people were now the dominant species in your world

■ if you somehow have your phone intact and still powered on and still somehow have downloaded videos Neo will watch the HELL out of them Family guy ,Tmnt , Shaun the sheep he'll watch it all right

■ Please PLEASE NEVER introduce any squid or octopus related foods to this octoling will think that you'll eat him in his sleep someday and have some nightmares weekly if you even mention a certain ingredient in takoyaki balls

■ Neo will also take any simple thing that you do and take a extreme curiosity to what you do even if it was a simple human function of yours

■But overall you and Neo will be a great friends even with weird questions and high body differences he'll be like the Bro you never even had or knew! .

And that's it I hope you enjoy this new fan fic and of course stay cool stay safe and most importantly stay on the cool side.

And also two things sorry for the wait I was kinda occupied mostly by school again and should I make requests? soon ill make a poll about it but lemme know what you guys think about it.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splat3 #splatoon x reader #Neo agent 3

[raventreehouse]

Oh look! A new chapter! How wonderful >:3 hope yall enjoy!

@starsunderwaterr get tagged so you can reblog >:3

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[dinomite2]

ok since no one has asked here is a masterlist of every single splatoon x reader fic I did ever did

Also rip to the color yellow 💛

Fem Agent 3 x Female Octarian Reader (platonic)

Fem Agent 8 x Gn Reader

Agent 4 x Gamer! Reader

Agent 4 x Short! Reader

Male Neo Agent 3 x Male human Reader (platonic)

Yandere Agents (8,4,3 and Neo) x Reader

Male Agent 8 x Male Reader (Platonic part 1)

Male Agent 8 x Male Reader (Platonic part 2)

Male Agent 8 x Male Reader (Platonic part 3)

No one's is probably gonna bother seeing these but idk