#Mister X

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Amorinha getting adopted by death himself awuaww (doodle)

[neggieart]

10.8.24

He gon' give it to ya

[where-is-myhome]

"Trick or treat, Mr. X??"

Happy Halloween!! 🎃🎃

[thebristolboard]

I have some copies of this ‘zine for sale. This was a chapter that got cut from Reading Love and Rockets about the four issues the Brothers did in the early ‘80s. I expanded it to include the whole history of Mister X. Message me if you want to buy one. It’s 44 pages full color.

[paranormeow7]

Some of my dad’s comic book collection

(there’s so many more. probably hundreds, even the 40 year old ones are in mint condition. now you know where the autism came from)

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Mister X

by Dean Motter

Source: Flander's (comicartfans)

Mister X - Dean Motter - Limited poster, in Josh Flanders's Prints Comic Art Gallery Room (comicartfans.com)

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Mister X - Transat

killer record sleeve art

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Мистер икс｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Mister X｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Herrenvolk (4x01)

Through the dull roar of blood rushing to his ears, he can hear everything. The residents of Hegal Place are unwinding, kids are arguing with their parents about wanting to stay up later, the opening music to a show he never got to watch is playing through old speakers, couples in love are discussing their plans for the days ahead of them.

His knee slips in his own blood as he struggles to pull himself to the end of the hallway and he falls forward, his chin hitting the surface in front of him as his body throbs from the force. The smooth leather of his gloves makes it hard for him to find enough purchase on the floorboards to push himself forward. It’s starting to become hard to know what direction he’s facing, where he was trying to go in the first place.

He’d become the very thing he’d always admonished. There was no such thing as playing against these people; by the time you realized what game was being played, you’d already lost.

He might not have been there when they’d disposed of Ronald Pakula, but he’d taken out enough whistleblowers to know what would happen to himself in the next couple of hours. His body would go cold in Fox Mulder’s hallway, scaring the shit out of one of his hapless neighbors, then the syndicate would intercept the 911 call, and some men dressed as paramedics would take his body before driving off in an unmarked vehicle. The only reason that grey-haired bastard didn’t take his body immediately was to send a message to Mulder, but they’d be back. 

If he’s lucky, maybe they’d bury a dummy in a plot with the name his father gave him etched into the marble. Realistically, he would be thrown in a pit with the bodies of other people who were stupid enough to think they could go against men who thought themselves gods. 

No one would remember him, and if they did, they would struggle to remember a name they were never told. The memory of his existence would remain occluded by the shadows he lived in.

Someone once told me-

There was a man-

A friend in the FBI-

Somewhere along the way he’d lost himself, and these men would make sure there would be nothing left of him to be found.

The bitter taste of copper feels sharp on his tongue. A bead of sweat trails down his face, falling into the corner of his eye before sliding down his cheek in place of the tears he refuses to shed. He swallows. The corners of his vision are blurring, but Mulder’s door frame is crystal clear.

Being a part of this world meant making sacrifices. It was foolish to expect to gain something without giving something in return. Fox Mulder couldn’t get that through his thick skull. His loyalty to Agent Scully was an Achilles heel on his favored leg.

Give or take a few months and she’ll be dead; they said the tumor was likely the size of a golf ball by now. There was a betting pool on when she’d get her first nosebleed.

He could tell she didn’t even know she was dying. His wife hadn’t either, but then again, a bullet to the back of the head was a lot less noticeable than a cancerous growth, even if it was the same hand pulling the trigger.

Mulder would have to learn to live with it, just like he did.

His blood was seeping into the wood, staining the areas where the varnish had worn thin. It would be polished over, maybe replaced with tile by morning.

It wasn’t how he imagined his last act. His hair wasn’t gray, the lines on his face weren’t deep enough. His golden pond was empty and his swan song was out of tune. Unlike all those bastards, he didn’t have any children to live on in his memory — so he would just have to use one of theirs.

Dragging himself over the threshold of Mulder’s door frame felt like nails digging into his flesh. His hands shook as he raised his arm and struggled against the weight of this moment.

The old man didn’t get to choose his successor, but he would.

Their conversations hadn’t extended beyond the lies and half truths they were trained to expound, but he was proficient in reading between the lines. Beyond the prim pantsuits and coiffed platinum hair was a woman who knew the men in charge were no better than children playing with matches.

She’ll know what to do.

S R S G

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

@gaycrouton

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hello I'm new larrie and I wanted to know who is Mr X? I think that's how it is written, I saw someone talk about him and I don't understand who he was, do we like him? the person who was talking about it said they were confused by how they felt about it appearing in the credits of the documentary. Is it a general hatred in the fandom?

Hi nonnie, welcome to the madness! ✨ How are you holding up? What made you a larrie?

I don’t follow these accounts but from what I remember Mr. X has been a continuation of a fandom troll account that started back in 2013.

It was once about “exposing Modest” and the boys’ “coming out”. Sharing details about stunts and so on. What people tend to forget is that the initial Mr. X was a crazy person who threatened to k*ll Harry. Yes, you read that right. They shared their plans to sh**t Harry on stage. The account disappeared eventually and returned on different social media platforms - all proceeding with the similar approach of teasing and sharing insider information.

I don’t know why, but people in this fandom love the idea of someone feeding them vague predictions. No matter how deranged their backstory is.

Best you don’t waste your time on any of them, if it’s Mr. X (who planned to k*ll Harry), CrownBeeOlive (a Brazilian woman who steals content and blurs it to play Niall’s secret baby mama) or Hscox94 (who started off as a Haylor account before switching their brand to b/w photography). There have been hundreds of others all trying the same.

No, they’re not Louis or Harry. No, they’re not insiders.

The AOTV credits you mentioned were for Mister X which equipped the LTWT Milan production.

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[banana13-pe6l]

Well....

A lot has happened during this time, and I haven’t posted for a long time. but then I have a little more than just Lobo sketches... now I'm also hooked on DBD.

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The X's - "Training Rex" I gotta hand it to them for staying committed to the bit with this one...

[kevinpsb00]

A discarded paper bag tumbles across the school campus. Until it comes to life. This is Mr. X a student at Midnight Horror School.