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So I’ll answer this as both someone working on my own novel and does fan fiction, not oc I do reader inserts but I treat readers as their own character.

From an editor, I would need someone who has a better understanding of punctuation. It’s generally my weakest point as I tended to focus on structure and content in my writing. That and I mix up AP, APA, and MLA all the time.

Something else I would need is someone who is flexible with writing styles. Most of my writing background comes from doing journalistic work, which comes through in my writing with use of very little dialogue. Additionally, much of my writing takes cues from post modernism literature which can be not exactly to people’s cup of tea.

Something that would make me more inclined to hire someone is the ability to learn from them as well as being able to try and understand my vision of my writing. One of my things is I always keep detailed notes about different ways I structure the story and how it contributes to themes and ideas, ie how I use the Greek Chorus in one of my latest projects. The last thing I would want is an editor that wants conformity with how I write.

listen you lot

your girl here is about to complete formal education to become a freelance editor, and i have it on good authority that i’m pretty darn skilled.

there are a ton of oc writers floating around in the fanfic community, and you’re my people, so i put it to you:

what do YOU need from an editor? what would make you more inclined to hire someone?

In exchange, please enjoy this entirely accurate hot tip from Merriam-Webster:

P.S., I’ll be posting writing and editing stuff on my pen name account, @becoming-a-fox.

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Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me.

DO IT PLS

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girl im going insane over characters you didnt even know existed

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Same Character, Different Font: Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) and Rindo Kaoru (Cafe Enchante) Edition

So when I was playing Cafe Enchante, ya know the standard supernatural cafe romance game until the cannibalism happens, and I was like “HUH, Rindo feels like a very familiar, and my favorite character even though he has one of the weaker storylines but I can’t place how.” And then it hit me. He was Leon Kennedy but a different font. So here is a small list of what makes that the case, vague and out of context spoilers for Cafe Enchante and Resident Evil where Leon is concerned.

1. Normal human who faces horrors (trademark), that no sane armed to the teeth person would walk into, with a hand gun and a knife as their main weapons. (Leon gets the rocket launcher at the end and Rindo… I think he got that grade A weed killer that one route.)

2. Works for shady government agency as one of the most experienced agents facing said horrors (trademark)

3. Family gone from traumatic events that changed life course.

4. Victims of extreme medical malpractice

5. Love life or social life or any life in general is nonexistent because of facing the horrors (trademark)

6. After saving minor, who people in said employer government agency are very interested in experimenting on due to being special, they along with other survivor become something like a parental figure but it’s very, very complicated because work. (Look, Camus, headless guy who had the least heartbreaking route, and Rindo coparenting Kariya was so cute.)

7. Smoothest voices to grace speakers.

8. Personality and quips early on hides so much trauma, but only for a little.

9. The horrors (trademark) which can get oddly personal at times

Now there is more that gets into heavy spoiler territory, but well…

if the Cafe Enchante writer who worked on both this route and Virche Evermore shudders in Lucas’s route because that felt straight out of a Resident Evil game at points were to work on a Resident Evil game I would actually be happy and buy the game instantly even though I hate playing horror games. Doesn’t hurt some of their other romance games explores similar themes to Resident Evil.

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Sample of “Throw away everything I have in me, or every indulgence a story | Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader”

So behold a sample of the meet cute I started writing for Leon Kennedy based on idol dating game song, which to my credit still had some big influence on the fic, that rapidly turned into a... I think postmodernism short story. Anyways, as voted on earlier this week, the final fic will include footnotes for the end of the fic with the journal articles that came to mind as I was writing this. I will be trying to get this out by this Saturday so in the meantime, take this small sample.

Premise: A meeting at a bar between two people, who indulges in their vices, that leads to many unspoken words.

Slight Angst/Postmodernism/Hurt Comfort/Social critique Related to Resident Evil's Themes/Meet Cute/Second Person (You pronoun) Song: Never… by Kotobuki Reiji (CV: Morikubo Showtaro), Translation by Utapri No Sekai

Content warnings: Non sequential storytelling. Underaged drinking (reader in flashback), drink responsibly. Unspecified time skips. Substance abuse including alcohol and cigarettes. Discussions and implications of substance use as a coping mechanism. Slight bad language. Somewhat religious language with indulgences and vice as well as sin. Unhealthy childhood home for reader. Leon and his whole deal, especially post-RE4 stuff. Depression. Isolation. Both reader and various people mentioned in this are struggling as well. EVERYONE GETS DEPRESSION! References to The Carpenters music.

In the cold night, you lean on the side of the building watching as the cigarette burned between the fingers of your friend. Golden embers lit up the alleyway providing color to the monotone backdrop.

There was a story behind your friend’s habit. One that you never asked about. It was theirs and theirs alone, why should you dig into their history?

“You sure you don’t mind?” The words drift in the air as your friend opens their mouth.

“I don’t mind.” You reassure them as they grind the cigarette against the wall, putting out what color it was giving off. “Want to head in now?” A slight quirk of your head towards the entrance of the bar accompanying those words.

A smile graces their gentle features before they walk towards the entrance. An answer wasn’t needed after the day the pair of you had.

By the time you make it into the bar, it’s got a decent crowd each with their own desires.

Off to the corner was a man with dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes, his grip on his glass of liquor tight as if afraid to let it go.

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This is honestly amazing.

I sincerely hope for the best for anon. It is a really a terrifying possibility to face.

Secondly, as someone who has been close with people struggling with terminal illnesses, this really struck a cord with me how Leon was written.

Thank you for taking this request. It’s something I’m sure will comfort people.

hi! hope you’re doing well <3 so this past months i have been feeling really bad and going to the doctor he said one of the possibilities would be cancer (im scared as fuck) so could you write some hcs about how leon would deal with it? i guess im just searching for some comfort since im a little scared lol i love your write hope you have a great day <3

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—leon!kennedy x reader, a headcanon list

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an: i’m so sorry anon, i really hope it isn’t cancer. i did my best with this one and it took priority because it struck a chord with me. you can imagine whatever leon you desire, i used re!2 for aesthetic purposes. pls let me know the results anon, praying for ya <333

leon!kennedy who does his best to make sure your comfortable all the time, everyday, wakes you up with breakfast in bed and some pain meds for your headaches.

leon!kennedy who puts on a brave face when you feel ill and you don’t know the cause. your scared and so is he, he’s trying his best to be strong for you.

leon!kennedy who admires your strength these days. that even when you feel like your lowest because of your pain and illness that your still smiling and trying your best to laugh. he loves that about you.

leon!kennedy who sees you have a good day, one out of the few you’ve had in this month. he sees you read, laugh at a tv show your watching with him. he even lets you kiss him a little because he knows your having a good day. and he wants everyday to be like this.

leon!kennedy who is rubbing your feet at the foot of the bed, watching you try and find joy in the book your reading. you have good days and bad days now, today was in the middle. it was filled with a little bit of hurt but also a little relief.

leon!kennedy who presses kisses to your head while your curled up next to him, hand resting on his chest as you slept. as you got a reprieve from the hurt that drowned and consumed your body. these little moments with you were precious to him, happy he could give you some reprieve from everything. he was glad to be that for you.

leon!kennedy who watches tv with you, you don’t feel like going out these days, the unknown sickness of your body was worrying him. but he was determined to be strong for you still, because that’s what you needed. you needed support.

leon!kennedy who makes you some lunch and rubs your back as you eat, trying desperately to stomach some food and try your best not to feel ill. your doing your best to be strong for him too, even if it kills you.

leon!kennedy who runs you a bath each evening, letting you both relax into each other in the tub. your body soaking in the hot bubbles and water, letting him rub soothing circles on any part of your body that he can. he knows he can only take away so much and he’s hoping that it’s enough for you.

leon!kennedy who wash’s your hair and scrubs and massages your scalp with such care, trying to ease some of the hurt your feeling. trying to do anything he can to make you feel better.

leon!kennedy who drives you around, gets you out of the house. he wants you to have a little bit of normalcy even if you feel ill all the time. he drives you to the bookstore, to a nice cafè and even to a park. he wants you to feel like your world is okay, that your safe and happy. only if it’s for a little bit.

leon!kennedy who tries not to notice how weak your becoming, who holds your hand when you feel pain and feel sick. when your joints ache and you have splitting headaches that caused you to cry and soak your face with tears. he just holds your hand, holds you, he can’t bare to see you like this but he loves you. so he’s going to stay even if it makes his heart ache.

leon!kennedy who takes you to the doctor after you finally give in. he doesn’t want you to be scared so he whispers reassurances into your ear even if he doesn’t entirely believe them. he just wants you to feel better.

leon!kennedy who sits with you in the waiting room, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, holding your hand tight as you both wait for the doctor to come out.

leon!kennedy who walks close to you, still holding your hand and making sure your okay, trying to soothe your nerves with just a simple touch. even if he wishes he could take it all away just like that.

leon!kennedy who comes into the doctors patient room with you. who lets the doctor run a couple procedures and asks you about how your feeling. asks what’s been happening and whatever you don’t remember, he’s happy to help and fill in. he wishes he could take the pain away, the pain you dealt with.

leon!kennedy who listens as the doctor tells you that it could possibly be cancer. that you could have it, he doesn’t miss the way you squeeze his hand tighter at the doctors words or how you have water in your eyes. and now he really wishes he could take that pain away, because you didn’t deserve this. you didn’t deserve a single bit of it.

leon!kennedy who after the doctors appointment holds your hand, holding it over the console of the car as he drives. he keeps looking over at you every few seconds. your eyes still red and watering a little as if your trying to hold them back. this is killing you, all of it is and you don’t deserve it. he knows that, his own eyes water a bit as he drives.

leon!kennedy who lets you cry into his chest and holds you on the bed, letting you wrap your body around his. he holds you close, he gives you comfort and love, his own reassuring words that he’s trying to desperately to believe and grapple onto.

leon!kennedy who wiped your tears away and presses kisses to your head, your cheek as he kisses some tears away. he presses a kiss to your lips, soft and loving. he keeps you close, he holds you. because no matter what, he would hold you. cancer or no cancer. he was there for you. and he’d never go away, not ever.

an: i love you all. pls reblog if u feel like it, like and my taglist is linked above at the beginning. i hope this brought comfort to you anon, thank you for asking this of me. i hope it didn’t disappoint. im honored you came to me for this. we always need a leon when times are tough, and i hope this helped.

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random ‘get to know me’ questions :)

1. favorite color?

2. lucky number?

3. favorite book?

4. favorite movie(s) and/or shows?

5. how tall are you?

6. do you speak any other languages?

7. whats your favorite trope?

8. what is the one thing you look for in a partner?

9. favorite songs/artists?

10. who was your childhood hero?

11. what song did you overplay as a kid?

12. what movie did you over-watch as a kid?

13. iced or hot drinks?

13. if you could have any superpower, what would it be?

14. whats your ideal date?

15. what grade are you in?

16. are you a good driver?

17. sum up your personality in three words.

18. are you a good cook? what do you enjoy making the most?

19: comfort movie/show?

20. an album with no skips?

21. where do you most want to travel?

22. future career/career plans?

23. do you like kids?

24. whats one weird thing about you?

25. what did you want to be when you were younger?

26. whats your favorite ship?

27. whats the first show/movie that made you cry?

28. what do you eat for breakfast?

29. what’s one of your fondest memories?

30. whose the most important person/favorite person in your life?

31. introvert or extrovert?

32. favorite animals?

33. favorite shoes?

34. favorite candle scent?

35. what are your biggest fears?

36. what’s your ideal rainy day scenario?

37. do you plan outfits in advance?

38. if time travel existed, where would you go? past or future?

39. your favorite genre of music atm?

40. netflix of hulu?

41. favorite youtuber?

42. is there a genre of music you dont like?

43. an author you wont read

44. fav dessert?

45. flowers or chocolates?

46. do you have any tattoos or want any?

47. what is your favorite quote?

48. favorite flower?

49. favorite season?

50. a song that stays stuck in your head?

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So that Leon Kennedy meet cute fic has turned into a post modernism short story about how systems leave people susceptible to falling into what is perceived as vices and indulgences. Still will have meet cute elements just… with that stuff at the side.

So like would y’all be interested in me actually do footnotes and stuff talking about the actual research and journal articles that were in mind as I was writing it?

I’m already working on a character analysis piece on looking at Leon and what makes him a tragic character, my copy of Nietzsche’s stuff on Greek Theatre is finally get used again.

Reblogs are appreciated so I can get a larger sample size.

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The Meeting in the Entrance Hall

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About the Blog: The heart and the affairs of it are a funny thing. Those desires and stories it tells us are part of human nature. From soft touches to moments of heartbreak, all of these experiences and how our heart responds defines the human experience. The fan fiction here explores the heart, both good and bad. As such reader discretion is advised. Additionally, there will be the occasionally essay on a character or tips on writing.

Fandoms: Ikemen Series, Resident Evil, Diabolik Lovers, Hellblazer, Twisted Wonderland, Love and Deepspace, Kingdom Hearts, DC comics, Hazbin Hotel, Honkai Star Rail

Characters That Take Up Mental Space: Leon Kennedy, Rindo Kaoru, Alastor, Leona Kingscholar, Silver (TWST), Solomon (Obey Me), Simeon (Obey Me), Jason Todd

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You enter an old, abandoned theater house, on a whim quite frankly. People never talk much about this place, at least not younger souls. It's always those wiser, much more experienced people that speak fondly of the place, but when your friends ask what makes it so special they can never find the words.

Beautiful reds line the halls, faintly brighter than stains of crimson sin. Golden accents which bring a special sparkle to it. A slight musky smell. Not one speck of dust. Despite the stories of it being left to rot years ago, it seems to be decently well maintained. As if something couldn't bare to leave.

"Welcome to my theater hall." A soft voice appears from nowhere as you turn to face the mysterious speaker. You didn't hear any steps or signs of another person. "I am Ota, the humble director and manager of this fine establishment."

A pale, sickly thin hand stretches out as an offer to shake their hand. You take it and it feels cold. Still some traces of warmth but it's just that. Traces.

"Is there anything your heart desires?" The words dance in the air entrapping you.

You felt like you were floating.

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Meet the Director

Hello! I’m Ota and I’m the person running this blog. This is meant to be a small introduction to help learn about me.

To help give an idea of me, here is an illustration done by myself with some fun labels by me.

I’m a 19 year old college student studying radiology though I previously did programs for business administration, journalism, and mathematics. Before college, I worked as a journalist and won awards there particularly focusing on the human condition and looking at society through the lens of entertainment, hence the focus of the stories on this blog.

If you got any questions 'bout anything, from the lore of the blog's setting to my thoughts on characters or what's my go to coffee order, feel free to send an ask or message me.

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Resident Evil Cast as things I’ve Said in My 19 Years of Existence

(Don’t take these seriously. And I won’t be providing context) Also TW for crucifying mention.

Chris Redfield: When I was 16, I got tossed into adulthood and something in me snapped. Now I can’t feel stress, just an ever looming sense of dread.

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Claire Redfield: First time? You get used to hearing politicians you talk to saying cartoonishly stupid things on the record eventually. No, it doesn’t get any better.

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Person: So how many days haven’t you slept?

Leon S. Kennedy: Three days. I don’t get paid enough for this.

Person: You aren’t getting paid.

Leon S. Kennedy: Precisely.

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Ada Wong giving endgame tool number ??? to Leon: I got the floor plans to the house. It will be useful for you so take it.

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Some Umbrella Scientist making a BOW probably: You never crucified someone to relieve stress in the workplace? It really does wonders.

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The Program From the Director

Updated: March 27, 2024

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

To My Dearest - Hurt Comfort - Song Fic - Post Infinite Darkness - GN! Reader - Word Count: 1072

Leon comes home from a mission to you.

Throw away everything I have in me, or every indulgence a story - Hurt Comfort - Postmodernism - Meet Cute - WIP (Sample) - GN! Reader

A meeting at a bar between two people, who indulges in their vices, that leads to many unspoken words.

Marriage - Fluff - Song Fic - WIP - GN! Reader

The color we bring to each other’s lives reminds us why even in hardship we still love each other.

Chris Redfield

Spring Flower - Hurt - Song Fic - WIP - GN! Reader

People fade from our lives sometimes, and we are just left carrying the flower bloomed from the memory of them wishing them happiness.

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

To Be Free - Dark - GN! Reader - Word Count: 225

Alastor doesn’t like how much he cares for you

Psycho Pass

Ginoza Nobuchika

I Won’t Be Leaving Anytime Soon - Hurt Comfort - Season 1 spoilers- GN! Reader - Word Count: 319

You get injured protecting him.

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To My Dearest One (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader)

Premise: Leon comes home after a mission.

Sad Vibes/Slight Comfort, Song fic

Word count: 1072

Content warning: Not beta read or really edited if I'm honest. Vague Infinite Darkness and RE6 spoilers. Leon and his whole deal, especially post-RE4 stuff. Depression. Isolation. Implied suicidal thoughts. Reader is sort of a living emotional crutch for Leon. Also reader is not quite all right. I can't write domestic fluff for the life of me. Look, the grammar is going to be a mess, I constantly switch between using APA, AP, and MLA on a regular basis for professional stuff. My brain is gonna zone out here.

Song fic time and first time writing Leon. Came up with the idea while I was studying for my interrogation test for history and I had a concert where this song was performed playing in the background. Finished writing this in between studying for my psych exam in a couple days. Hope you enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Song: Itoshiki Hito E (To My Dearest One) by Kotobuki Reiji (CV: Morikubo Showtaro), Translation by Utapri No Sekai (slight variation by me)

The apartment is quiet besides the sounds of light music and cooking as he enters. Despite living there for a few years, it lacks much character causing it to feel hollow. One of the only things proving that it was Leon's apartment was the sun damaged photos, yellowed with time.

One of them from years ago as he visited Sherry on her birthday. The smile on the girl's face. Claire.

It all felt so distant.

Everything grew out of reach. Nothing seemed to last for a broken man, especially for one who had the bright sparkle in his eyes beaten out so violently.

As he approaches the kitchen, the smell of onion and herbs wafting through the air, Leon notices the nostalgic yellow tinted light that colors the white walls.

At the stove-top was a familiar figure standing before a pot of soup.

You.

A heart made of glass is always... hurting anything that tries to touch it. Yet you embrace it so tight without fear.

His arms wrap around your waist as his head sits upon yours in this rehearsed dance. He smells your shampoo as he takes a deep breath.

"Welcome back, Leon.” You say in a light tone as if he wasn't gone for a little over a week. "I'm making tortellini soup tonight."

He can hear how much you missed him. Even if you don't say it, those feelings tinge your voice.

"Mmm," he sighs with closed eyes, "That sounds good. Haven't had that in awhile."

Leon’s hold on you is strong. He wants to savor the moment.

There’s an itch in the back of his mind; one that would never leave. That this relationship would only hurt you. That he was taking advantage of your kindness. That he could never express just how much he loved the sense of normalcy you brought.

As if sensing his emotions, you quietly grab his left hand with a softness Leon wasn’t used to feeling.

Your hands were light compared to his calloused hands, which were covered in blood. Regrets marred his digits.

The plush feeling of your lips is unfamiliar to his inner wrist. This intimate touch caused Leon to melt.

A simple touch, a simple act, a simple situation in your eyes but it doesn’t feel so simple to him.

A clink as the spoon is set down. You turn around to face him.

But such happiness is sometimes, through cruelty of God, suddenly in front of my eyes… disappears and it makes me so scared.

The look in your eyes, how greatly it contrasted the steely eyes he would see everyday. Fresh eyes that didn’t twist with fear, changed. Not hardened by painful experiences. The look in your eyes is different.

Tired but understanding.

It is something that Leon was grateful for. A calm in a life that he felt so little choice or support in. A happiness from not feeling alone.

A deep hunger satiated but it caused a fear to rise.

What if you saw what he faces everyday? What if you got hurt even more than before? What if… you left?

They kept scratching at the back of his mind.

I live only for your sake. This voice will take an oath, to my dearest one.

Night carried on. Dinner came and went. No discussion of his work.

The ticking of the clock counting down the seconds before the feeling of the mattress would soon greet the two of you. The nighttime routine felt so unfamiliar. He was a stranger to this domestic moment.

“Apparently Sara,” your coworker, Leon had to remind himself as you spoke, “had decided to drag me out while you were gone. Saying that I was being too focused on work again.”

You roll your eyes in a familiar manner as you wipe the skin of your face with a cloth. There’s a soft, tired look, one that is aware of reality.

“Right.” Leon responds. “I already know you were hunched over your desk, typing away at a proposal looking like Gollum." He chuckles as he remembers the first time he saw you at work.

“Hey.” You pout cutely in response, before sitting on the bathroom counter and sighing. “Let me see your face.”

You put out your hand expectantly and he obliges as he puts his chin in your hand. Reaching with your other to grab his cloth and wetting it with water, you smile sweetly with the look that Leon loved.

A careful caress with the cloth as you clean his face. Your thumb traces over faint scars, reminders of the memories he can never escape. There’s a tightening in his heart at this touch.

As you finish and wring out the cloth, you turn back to face him still sitting on the counter. The softness of your hand shifts to cradle the side of his face.

In response, he lifts your chin with his fingers and gives that charming smile of his. “I have the world in my hands.”

“Not sure about that.” You reply softly. “Pretty sure I got it in mine.”

As you get into bed, due to a learned habit after living with Leon for four months, get into the side of the bed away from the door. He lies across from you and lets out a heavy sigh, as he feels exhaustion wash over him.

His hand finds its way to your waist as the light turns off. Leon’s face burrows itself in the crook of your neck, like something was commanding him to get as close as possible to you. To find the core to the warmth. The rhythm of your breath, a lullaby, gently sends him to sleep as his fingers curl atop your skin slightly.

Even at that moment, the scratching turned into digging.

Your eyes heavy and on the verge of the precipice, a whisper drifts from Leon’s lips as he is asleep.

“My only… Make me happy when…”

Will it be sent to you? Will it be conveyed? Words will never be enough… for this feeling of mine, to my dearest one.

By the time the rays of the sun bounce off your gentle skin, Leon is awake and doesn’t move as he watches you sleep peacefully. A smile creeps onto his face as he notices a line of drool.

In that moment, the man, who long lost his faith and wishes, says a silent prayer.

AN: Like what you read? Consider reblogging or leaving a comment. Thanks for reading.

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So update on the Leon Kennedy fic. Might not be able to get it out on Friday. I have to find the floor plan’s of my history professor’s house for the heist final Tuesday.

I wish I was making this up.

In other news, uhhhh apparently I can’t write normal meet cutes. Drafting one with Leon and it involves an effigy of reader, it makes sense in context.