#i can't remember ben's full name rip

[inurehuman]

pantomime reboot

Full Name ── Theophilus William Camden

✮ Proxy Name ──PANT⦻MIME

✮ Nicknames ── Mime, Smiler, BNW freak (BY jeff, doesn't like it)

✮ Gender ── Male

✮ Sexuality ── Aroace(Cupioromantic and asexual)

✮ Sexual Preference ── None

✮ Pronouns ── he/they/it

✮ Date of Birth ── 19th september 1906

✮ Age ── 118

✮ Place of Birth ── England

✮ Nationality ── English

✮ Languages ── BSL, speaks English when xe is forced to speak

✮ Scars ── scars and burn marks across his skin from being tortured while he was in the "hospital"

✮ Height ── 6'8 feet

✮ MBTI ── INTP

✮ Zodiac Sign ── Virgo

✮ Natural Hair Color ── brown

✮ Hair Colour (now) ── black

✮ Hair Length ── to xiers chin

✮ Eye Colour ── Black

✮ Skin Colour ── brown

✮ Smell ── Black ink

✮ Proxy-mark ── wrist(covers them up)

☆ has met Zalgo before two years after being turned into what it is now and 3 years before being turned into a proxy

☆ gets along best with the organ harvester, Ticci toby, Pick pocket and Terror tony.

☆ tried to kill jeff once during a manic episode

☆ Once kissed the organ harvester

☆ Sexualizes himself during depressive episodes

☆ insomnia (Heightened in Manic episodes)

__`☆ About them:`__

❧ Status 》Dead/entity

❧ Species 》Proxy(?), demon humanoid

❧ Relationship 》Single

❧ Skills 》 murder, whipping, dancing, a bit of art

❧ Likes 》watching EJ bleed sometimes, dancing to music, listening to people he is fond of ramble, Peperoni, Human flesh

❧ Dislikes 》Bullies, crowss, smell of smoke or coffee, some textures (polyester, cheese), getting forced to talk (it hurts them, due to their vocal chords being permanently damaged from being tortured.), BEN, Jeff and Natalie, Laughing Jack(finds him creepy)

❧ Touch 》 hates it, but let's some people touch his appendages

❧ Fears 》losing a person they are fond of, seeing his father again

❧ Triggers 》Talking about xiers past, calling xem names, saying the sentence, "Dont fight back, let it happen, it will all be okay soon."

❧ Weakness 》Will cry if remembering his past, cries acid, anxiety, cuts his appendages sometimes when triggered, can barely talk

❧ Working for 》Slenderman but disobeys sometimes

❧ Work 》Proxy

❧ Addictions》cutting

❧ Earning Trust 》possible but takes at least 5 weeks

❧ Items 》Candy canes, whips, book and a pen

❧ Aid 》 ticci toby at times.

❧ Parental Figures 》None.

❧ Theme songs 》 So cold by Breaking Benjamin, Emergency contact by pierce the veil, Going under by evanescene, Zombie by the cranberries and if you can't hang by sleeping with sirens

❧ Disorders 》 Existential OCD, social anxiety, emotional disorder in childhood, generalized anxiety disorder, Schizophrenia, C-PTSD, body dysmorphia, major depressive disorder

__`☆ Favourites:`__

❧ Favourite Interest 》 bugs, how human nerves work, dancing to music Life in general

❧ Favourite Songs 》I will not bow by breaking Benjamin, bad things by get scared,dead memories by slipknot

❧ Favourite Artists 》 Breaking Benjamin, sleeping with sirens, decaying nature, Black Sabbath,Slipknot

❧Favourite Animal 》xe eats animals when he can't get humans, but insects, especially Beetles

❧ Favourite Colours 》 Maroon red

☆༄࿐ Personality`__

It is observant, and tries to be polite as much as they can, when they are triggered however they often lash out in a way of hurting their fond ones and will cry about it later on and apologize in a way of giving them gifts (which can be handmade or an eye that they ripped out of their appendages). Generally shy, and often stays with a person they are fond of to socialise. When they are having hallucinations they will hide themselves under its appendages and not come out until someone else comes in and "protects" them from what they are seeing. They are a sensitive person and hide in the shadows. However, don't underestimate them. He is capable of killing people in brutal ways, like ripping out their spine and then eating their lungs

•☆༄࿐ Backstory`__

It was 5 a.m., and my father just went out of my room after screaming at me and telling me I will not get food tommorrow. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes and blood dripped down my nose, 'Hold it in. You know Father doesn't like it when you cry.' I think to myself and get up and make my way towards the door.'It is my fault, I shouldn't have screamed about the man standing in the doorway. At least he is gone now.' I silently whisper as tears keep falling down, and i wipe them away. As I make my way over to the bathroom, I see that terrible creepy man again..His eyes, wait no he doesnt have eyes, nor a face in general, it reminds me of the dog like creature, but that one has somewhat facial features. I dont like them. I can feel a headache forming. He is waving. I shut my eyes and ran to the bathroom, hoping for it to be over and quickly clean up my blood, and and sigh out again. It hurts. I decide to just go back to sleep. Crying is for the weak, that is what the father said.

Of course, I am awoken by the sound of yelling. My father hit my mother again, which is normal for my family.. I wonder why she doesn't fight back, even if it is the opposite of what she always tells me to do I still wonder why, she is strong, I've noticed after she slapped me for asking if I am actually real. _"Dont fight back, and let it happen, it will all be okay soon."_ common sentence I have heard a lot of times now. I wish father would be nice again, then I wouldn't have to hear it. I can't say it, though, otherwise father will hate me just like I hate myself. I put on a smile to not seem too terrible as Father sends me to school even tho I don't want to go.

In school, it is terrible once again, the kids mock me for my stutter, I can't help it, and it is not my fault. They exclude me from games in the break, they don't talk to me, and they throw sand or pebbels at me on the playground. Oliver does it the most, I don't get why he doesn't like me. I never talk to him. He tells me it is because I am a devil's child. But I pray every night to God? If I am a devil's child, why don't I have horns? Why doesn't my body look weird? Am I actually real? Is everything real? What if this is not real and I am dreaming? Questions run through my head, but I stay silent, I pinch myself and put on a smile. Okay, I'm not dreaming."It will all be okay soon." I repeat in my head until I am home.

At night, I pray once again, I get tired of praying, but I don't dare tell. If I do, My Father and the priest will be angry at me."Dear God. Please protect my mother and me from my father. Amen." I silently whisper as I hold my 6 year old hands together and hold my eyes shut.

My mother comes into my room, she tells me good night, and that we will go to a special place tomorrow. "Did God hear my prayer? How can he hear my prayer? Is he real?" I ponder after she has left my room, and I write and write into my diary until I fall asleep.

I am awoken once again by my mother. This time, she isn't screaming. However, her eyes are puffy. Has she been crying? She tells me to pack my things to go to the special place, someone will help me there. They will 'fix' me. But what is there to be fixed?. Will they fix my brain? Will they fix my stutter? What will they fix and how? Could I have figured it out? I take my diary with me and my clothes and ofcourse I shouldn't forget Smiler, my plush dog.

We ride in a train, and she hugs me a lot of the time. Father tells her to quit it. She does stop hugging me,yet she squeezes my hand and excuses herself as she begins crying again. Why is she crying? Is it my fault? I squeeze her hand back. I stay silent.

Doctors await me at the special place, smiling. I ponder again. Why am I here?

I tremble and tears slip down my cheeks as I open up my diary for the first time in a long time and begin to write."It is terrible. Everything hurts. They beat me a lot of the times, they use me, and they forget to give me food. I don't understand how I should be fixed, I want this all to stop. They made me dance for them today like they did all week. They made me touch them, I do not want to be here anymore. They take needles and inject them into me, i believe i have abornmally grown.." And I write and write until I see matches laying on the ground..

The building has been burned down. However, there has been a diary found. It is covered in dirt and most pages are unreadable, but scientists have been able to decipher some pages. "I can hear them. They are right behind me.And I can see them. They are laughing at me, mocking me. I'm still locked inside, I want to get out.. they forced me onto a machine yesterday, It burned and burned. Today, they took me into a room away from the others and whipped my back until it bled. It all hurts so much. I dont understand why, i had to stay silent or otherwise they wouldve have put me on the pullmachine again, i dont know if my body can take anymore..They injected something in me today again, it hurts. However, it will all be okay soon. I will be fixed. That is what they said. I need to pray again."

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 14 "You can't do this to me again"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, smoking weed, OC bestie, wedding day antics, brief smut, drinking, frankie being a dick again, ladies, gents, and they/thems please welcome back to the stage vanessa (me annoucing with a fake ass smile and making sure frankie is hiding behind me), princess turns into mean girl, angst, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: i am debating about how i'm going to end this series. but let's enjoy will's wedding<3

inside the world of king of your heart

playlist

series mainlist | main masterlist

taglist: @hiroikegawa

Will's wedding day was final here. That meant having to be at the rehearsal dinner and watching Frankie walk the aisle with Vanessa clinging to his arm but you get to sit next to him at the wedding party table. 

You were with Mari helping set up the venue for the next day, the ceremony and the reception. A screeching laugh echoes through the ballroom, you sigh before turning around to see Vanessa laughing a little too hard at Frankie's dry humor that never made you laugh that way. The bride also laughed with her, clearly they opened up the bar's champagne a day early. "I'm so glad we aren't like that together," you say to Mari who is seated at the finished table, "I think with enough vodka and weed we could be, which you and I need a smoke break," Mari winks and fishes a joint from her bra. You chuckle and look at her, it was just so childish but perfect. 

You lead her past Frankie whom you haven't spoken to since you arrived at the hotel on the wedding venue property and doesn't seem that upset about talking to you in about 8 hours. Frankie grabs your arm as you walk by and gives you a questionable look when you roll your eyes and rip yourself away from his grasp. You walk out to the French doors to the patio decorated in white chiffon and baby blue lace. Mari holds the joint between her lips while lighting it, taking in the first hit and deep into her lungs. Quickly passing it over to you, bringing the paper to your lips, taking in the warm and potent smoke into your lungs. Squeezing trying to take in the vapor. You take in another without breathing out the first one. 

"She has no decency," you breathe out the smoke from your lungs, "She knows that Frankie and I are a couple, we made it pretty clear at Halloween," you started to laugh at the memory, Mari remembers because she was trying to get Vanessa to lay down and then she opens the door to her and Ben's room to find you and Frankie in the full mating press, your fake blood all over Frankie's bare skin while you were still in your dress and thigh highs, you looked directly at Vanessa and smirked and told Frankie to cum inside of you, "Frankie, baby be a good boy and cum inside of your princesa," Mari quickly slams the door shut, and she really tried not to laugh at the circumstances but you said you wanted to debut as a couple that night and you certainly did. Vanessa was too drunk and crying in the guest bedroom and Mari was making herself scarce from you just for an hour and pretending she didn't see anything happening in her and Benny's bed. 

"We know, everyone knows," Mari rolls her eyes, and finishes the joint. You stare at Frankie through the windows, the clear Florida night sky shines and the warm white light from inside gives you a glow. You made sure to look your best this wedding, you did go against the dress with the full black look. Charlotte let you get away with it because she was just so happy to hear you and him got back together. 

"Well since the rehearsal dinner is over I'm going back to my room and wait for Frankie, night Mari," You hugged her before walking outside to the hotel. You hugged yourself to warm yourself in the cool night air. You wonder if Frankie was with you he would give you his blazer for the walk back. You swipe the key card and step into the French decorum room, white and gold, chiffon, silk sheets, and lace-trimmed pillows. You felt like a French princess returning to her quarters to wait for her prince to come in and ravage her after a night touches but no talking involved, and your heart was shattered when you saw the mistress draped over him. He still tried to reach for your hand. 

You unzip your black satin minidress, pooling at your pedicured feet, and you dress in the lingerie set you bought for the weekend, hoping to make love with Frankie and feel like a girlfriend for once. That was Frankie's problem these days he kept treating you like a best friend and not wanting to be romantic, you would come from work and get ready to seduce Frankie when he stepped through the front door. He wouldn't even touch you when you walked up to him in a cami nightie, baby peachy pink with black trim. You were glowing from a light sweat from changing and putting yourself while you got started on dinner. But he would step you aside and just eat dinner without you. 

It's wonderful that you have a strong friendship with Frankie, and you want to be desired, You want your boyfriend to lose his mind with you. 

You pull up the plush chair to the window and opened to look out the beautiful wedding property. Frankie stumbles through the door, you quickly get up from your seat to help him to not fall over. "How drunk are you?" You strain to ask when Frankie puts all his body weight on you, he lets out a breathy laugh and you help him fall onto the bed, shoving his legs on top of the duvet while Frankie tries to kick the dress shoes off his feet. "I'm not even drunk," Frankie grumbles, his eyes closing and one hand over his chest the other one thrown over his face. 

You start to unbutton his button-up, and Frankie goes limp and lets you undress. You sit him up to slip off the dress shirt, a waft of an unknown perfume fills the air. You stopped taking off his shirt and got up to hide away in the bathroom. You want to think you were just being insane and trying to find a reason to fight with him just to have an ounce of attention from Frankie. You want your boyfriend to want you all the time and not be seduced by another woman. Your eyes stung from the mascara clouding up your vision, hot black tears smearing down your burning cheeks. 

You turn on the water, pumping out your face wash, vigorously rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The warm water washing away the soap from your eyes and face. You gasp for air when your lungs burn for air. Your hands shake turning the water to cold, plugging the sink to fill, then putting your face in the sink, the cool water chills your warmed face. You come up for air, breathing in and out slowly. Your face is cleaned from the eyeliner, mascara, and full face of makeup. Your baby hairs are drenched, patting your face and hair dry. 

You have to wait until the wedding is over to talk to Frankie about this weekend. Maybe just ignore it forever and you'll forget about it. 

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No one ever talks about the feud between you and Vanessa. No one bats an eye when you are very blunt with your words to her. "No, Vanessa wouldn't look as good with her hair down she already has a short neck, and an updo to elongate it," you gave input with everyone's hair because you were getting yours done to like the bridesmaids. Your words weren't that harsh because you genuinely thought it looked better and did. You had your hair down because you had extensions done to add length and volume to your wavy curls you had done. Everyone else in updo's, you weren't in the wedding party but Charlotte still wanted to include you in everything. Her kindness was always there, it warmed your heart that your friend was marrying someone so lovely. 

You excuse yourself from the bride's suite and head down to the groom's side of the hotel. Your hand knocks on the white door, voice's going quiet and the door reveals Pope with a beer in his hand. "Little early to be drinking, Pope" You eye the beer and step inside the room, Will is still in bed on his phone. Benny and Frankie snoozing away on the couch. "Frankie, can I talk to you?" You walk up to him and nudge him awake. He takes a deep breath in, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight coming through the windows. 

Frankie sits up, he is still in his clothes from yesterday. You both let out a sigh walking into the hallway. You shut the door closed and look up at Frankie who averting your gaze. "You can't do this to me again," you whispered, hugging yourself in the abnormally cold hotel hallway trying to cool the Floridian heat. Frankie snaps his gaze to yours, the dread in your eyes had Frankie's stomach churn. "Frankie, why can't you see that I love you? I'm ready for a relationship, for marriage, I want a family, Catfish! If you can't give me that then...we need to stop ourselves from a lot of heartbreak," you cried, your chest tightening from holding back the sob that keeps crawling up your throat. 

Frankies admires how your tears look like crystals decorating your eyes and cheeks. His stomach churns again because you know exactly what he did last night. The silence from Frankie just made you weak. You could faint any second. "Why can't you let me love you?" you beg wrapping your arms around his neck, laying light kisses along his stubbled jaw. 

"I-I don't know," Frankie bows his head, resting on top of your head. 

"Once this wedding is done then so are we." You pulled yourself away from Frankie. You comb through his hair, waiting for a protest. Nothing comes from Frankie. You nod then turn on your heels to walk back to your room to finish getting in peace. 

Hours later, flinging open the closet door, took the black satin halter floor-length dress out of the plastic wrapping from the dry cleaners. Laying it out on the bed, pairing it with just a black thong and black heels. You look at the dress and remember Frankie picking it out for you. He was over the moon when you walked out of the dressing room to show off the gown. The clock was reading 4 pm, one hour to get ready and be sat in the audience. You clip your hair back before starting the makeup process. 

Spraying the last layer of setting spray for the day, you struggled to zip up the back on the small of your back. You pop off the cap of your perfume and stare at the bottle. Perfume was always your power play, that's how you always left your mark on any man. Fumbling through the makeup bag for another to change it for the night. Maybe that will snap Frankie out of this relationship hangover. 

The scent was different, more floral than sweet. You look in the mirror, taking how your hair looked nicely done, your makeup wasn't anything new just the simple routine you always do. You swear that makeup couldn't cover your puffy eyes from crying but oh well it's not like it's your wedding day. A day that won't be coming any time soon as of 1 hour ago. 

This is why you hated relationships. You both enter on the same page but one person is at the end and the other one still hasn't moved from the first page. 

You toss your hair behind your shoulders while you make your way to the venue. Walking with the guests who were arriving, you walk to your seat which is front row on the groom's side. You say 'hi' to Will and Ben's parents and make small talk with them. The guys show up, Pope and Benny making sure Will is looking his best while Frankie is with Vanessa talking at the entrance. You roll your eyes and walk up to Will. "Who did your hair?" You smile at Will, combing back his hair with your nails. "Pope did everyone," Will sighs. 

"Well, you look handsome, and congratulations for the millionth time. I'm very happy for you and Charlotte. You better treat her right," You could hear yourself choke up on your words while you straightened his tie. Frankie walks up and coughs, you step back and avert your eyes. "It's time, Ironhead," Frankie clears his throat, Will takes a deep breath while you take your seat. You watch Frankie link arms with Vanessa who had a grin on her face when her eyes targeted yours, your blood runs hot through your veins. Pulling yourself back from slapping the look off her face. 

Frankie was keeping a smile on his face, the way he shaved and kept his mustache for the wedding. You admire how the jacket of his tux was about to rip at the seams around his arms, and the way it's pulled taut around his broad shoulders. Taking in how beautiful Frankie looks your heart stops when you think how this is how he would look if you were to be married. If only. His eyes meet yours when he stands beside Will at the altar. You were the only person not looking at the bride start her walk. You stand up keeping your eyes on his. 

Frankie had teary eyes, and his chest rose up and down slowly as he drew in a deep breath. You looked breathtaking, the black dress imagining how it would look if it was a mother of pearl white, the way your makeup gave you a glow in the evening light, and the glow of the professional lighting. so elegant, just princess like with your hair framing your face just perfectly. Can he have you as his wife? Not as a best friend. 

The ceremony was romantic and made you forget about everything with Frankie for a second. You looked at Frankie with stars in your eyes. He is perfection. You think about the first time you had Frankie in your bed, your apartment downtown near the dive bar where you met him, and how the town is home for the two of you. Will kisses Charolette with such pride in front of everyone they know.

Would Frankie be that proud if he married you? 

Everyone files out in with their partners, you walk behind Will's parents and reach out for Frankie's arm but he was holding it out for Vanessa. You froze then pulled onto Benny's other arm with Mari on his right. You kept your eyes on the ground and watched your step as you followed behind Frankie, wanting to step on the train of Vanessa's bridesmaid dress. When your feet meet the asphalt and already being posed with the bridal party. You lift your head with tears lining your eyes with a mocking smile on your lips. Frankie is taking a puff of the cigar Will had lit and he looks at you seeing you ready to start a fight if someone breathes wrong. 

He swallows hard and starts to feel shakes vibrate through his hands, it was like when he was using again. The fear. Fear of not knowing what's going to happen next. The photographer is already barking out orders for everyone to get in the group photo, Frankie walks up and grabs you by the waist and slides himself behind, you were like a doll in his hands just so easy to maneuver. You stand up straighter, resting your hands on his arms wrapped around tightly, Frankie pressing his body into yours.

You hold the fake smile and hold your breath. Vanessa is squeezing herself beside you and taking a step back to be next to Frankie. The first picture clicks and everyone takes a minute before the next one. You turn around and look up at Vanessa "You're taller than Frankie in those heels." You laughed out, looking at her up and down. You covered your mouth and walked off. Frankie calls out your name when Vanessa gasps and looks like she's about to cry.

This is what he was trying to avoid from happening. You becoming an absolute mean girl. You're better than this but you are fighting for Frankie, putting in the effort to be in the relationship. You remembered why you hated weddings, it was the photos after the ceremony. You are all tired from getting up and just wanting a fucking cocktail and sitting down. You finally sat next to Frankie and took a moment to hold his hand on the table. Just wanted to feel his touch for what would be the last time. You want him to promise to always be there for each other, but if he were to marry one day and have kids, he would talk of you so fondly of your friendship and forget about anything intimate and romantic. 

You turned to lean over, whispering in his ear "I hope you will be happy one day. I want the best for you, Catfish. I'll remember you forever." you choked back a sob before you kissed his cheek. Smelling him, you always loved how he smelled so good, his own scent with a mixture of a YSL cologne. You stand up and smooth out your dress, pick your drink, and walk from the table.

Frankie sits there with his eyes fixed on the white lace tablecloth. The white satin glistens like the way your dress shined in the candlelight. The mocking sound of The Temptations 'My Girl' makes him sick to his stomach, when he looks up at you walking out of the reception, everyone is dancing and celebrating love. Frankie stands up and has tunnel vision for you standing outside smoking a blunt. Frankie passes through the guest and stumbles out the door. It slams shut, making you jump and turn to see Frankie breathing heavily. 

"You are not ending this. We are not done. Princess, you are who I want as my bride, not as a fuck buddy, but I want you as my wife, my beautiful, seducing, intoxicating wife who will give me beautiful babies. You will have me as your husband who will kill for you, who would do anything you asked with no questions." Frankie's voice strains as he was holding his tears. He cages you between him and the stone railing. You could feel your heart beating, it was loud like it was singing for Frankie. This is what you needed. This dominating side of Frankie, seeing him fight for you. His princess. His girl. 

[kudosmyhero]

Batman (vol. 1) #308: There’ll Be a Cold Time in the Old Town Tonight!

Read Date: December 10, 2022 Cover Date: February 1979 ● Writer: Len Wein ● Penciler: John Calnan ● Inker: Dick Giordano ● Colorist: Glynis Oliver ● Letterer: Ben Oda ● Editor: Julius Schwartz ◦ E. Nelson Bridwell ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● my first Mister Freeze issue ● omg those ice zombies are creepy af ● i like how even the word balloons have icicles ● oh hey, Selina! ● Lucius! 💙 and his daughter! I think I've met her once before but I can't remember in which issue ● (pg 6) oo, a particularly moody crouching-on-a-ledge-while-the-cape-billows panel ● (pg 7) 13th floor, eh? ● and I thought I kept the thermostat too low… ● is he going to become an ice zombie? ● "my love"--is that Nora? no, can’t be… ● yikes, yup, a white walker ● ah, Mister Freeze didn't intentionally do it… but it was far from informed consent ● Hildy is her name ● (pg 12) ha! well that caught Batman off guard ● Ice Pack, oh lordt ● she's just not into you, dude ● this is why monologues are a bad idea ● wth happened in the end there? all I can think of is Solomon Grundy

Synopsis: Bruce Wayne meets with a reformed Selina Kyle, the Catwoman, who wants to invest money in Wayne Enterprises as part of her efforts of going straight. Giving her a chance, Bruce agrees and after she has left the building, he asks Lucius Fox to investigate the activities and current profile of Miss Kyle. While on Lucius' office, Bruce meets his daughter Tiffany Fox, who runs Wayne Enterprises' ghetto drug-rehabilitation program.

Later, Batman answers the summons of the Bat-Signal and meets with Commissioner Gordon on the crime scene, where they find the frozen body of financier Jacob Riker, a clear work by the master criminal Mister Freeze. At the same time, another millionaire, John McVee, undergoes one of Mr. Freeze's cryogenic treatments, hoping to have his lifespan greatly increased. As Freeze's treatment starts, McVee's body temperature lowers, his aging processes slows, but the end result is not a success. McVee's body survives, but his brain cells remain frozen, turning him into a living zombie, and is thus added to Freeze's servile "Cold Pack", a group of failed experiments commanded by Freeze. The whole purpose of these experimentations is to recreate his own accident in order to repeat the process on his newfound lover, Hildy, who is secretly planning to kill Freeze after he does so.

Batman tracks down Freeze in his headquarters, but is overcome by the Cold Pack and given the freeze-treatment. However, he has ripped out enough power cables beforehand to ensure that he does not get the full-power treatment, but he still pretends to become one of Freeze's failed experiments. Infatuated with Batman, Hildy starts speaking to the "Batman zombie" about her plans to eliminate Freeze and maybe then, she would save Batman. After listening to her confession, Freeze turns against her and Batman stops pretending to be a zombie to confront Freeze. Realizing that the other zombies obey Freeze's command through the helmet of his Cryo-Suit, Batman shatters Freeze's command-helmet and knocks him down, severing the regulating cable of his Ice Gun in the process. Hildy grabs the gun and fires at them, but the weapon backfires and she is encased in solid ice. Batman is finally able to capture Freeze and takes him to the authorities for the crimes he's committed. Elsewhere, S.T.A.R. Labs scientists bury the body of Mark Desmond, thinking they have killed him with a radiation treatment intended to normalize him. However, as they leave the Gotham Cemetery, huge hands break the surface of the grave.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Batman_Vol_1_308)

Fan Art: That's Mister Freeze to you. by MK01

Accompanying Podcast: ● Overlooked Dark Knight - episode 08

[coralsgrimes]

Alright, I'll try to remember everything and answer in order 😁:

1. The background for the promo vids is just all black, which fits with the theme, I guess, but is honestly a cheap cop out. They could have set it all up in a luxurious hotel or smth, deep jewelry tones, really opulent styles...because this is basically just a black curtain. Boring, cheap, done before etc.

2. No further comments on this 😁

3. He might not have had any further training, but at some point you'd think experience would start to make up for some of that. The kids are somewhat excused - little experience, and not deemed important enough for anyone to dedicate money and time on training. This is S&B, not Wednesday.

4. That's kinda her thing. I don't personally agree with her style choices, though she has the youth, personality, and body to pull most of them off. The black dress and the super short, skin tight with peekaboo lacing both come from brand called De LA Vali, which I've never heard of before. It fits right in with her previous fashion hoices, so at least she's true to her taste? I guess?

5. Honestly, I think he looks bored. I think he's mentally clocked out, because he's obviously seen the writing on the wall and knows this is the last hurrah. He's there because it's work, he literally signed up for it. I can't blame him for all the boredom - it must be horrible sitting through one inane session after the other, with mostly the same question over and over again. I'd be screaming halfway through, no matter if it's my job.

As for his/stylists choices...ugh. I could *kind of* be on board with the brown cardi, if the shade had been different (or just a different colour), because it looks cozy, but not for a daytime promo thing. Wrong colour, wrong place.

I think he's worn a shirt similar to that second cardi, but in a much better colour. This one is offensively bland. Lewis looks smug all the time, Ben looks bored - honestly, I'll take the bored, at least it doesn't make me borderline violent.

I'll say this: Ben's outfits aren't good, but at least they're not what Calahan and Lewis wore. I get that they're tall and very fit guys, and that LA is hot, but those sleeveless tops should be burned. They look like they either got the sleeves ripped off by accident, or the wearer forgot to put a shirt on over his vest. An honest to god white wife beater might have looked better 🤦‍♀️ I blame this on their stylist, because neither man would have gas much to choose from, they're pretty much unknown entities, though Lewis has some credits to his name, I guess.

Ugggh, sorry about the wall of text, this got way longer than I thought it would be!

💮🌸

I get where ye coming from with the interview thing but like??? It's a common practice?? Black backdrop or the promo poster?? They literally sit on their asses in one room all day and the interviewers change. Like yeee sure some would do fancier interviews spots but for fancier publications. Netflix not gonna bother for yahoo Finland and vanity fairy won't even touch shadow daddy show like... Also if Benny bored I can't blame him. It's not like he needs to work his ass off cuz the show is getting the axe either way and no one gonna submit his one puppy eyes crying performance for emmys lol he there cuz he has to and also ye know he a STAR... OH and he not an actor anymore, he a full-time aspiring self-failed homeless musician now so he is bored with the trivial monkey show that being an actor is ;ccc

What experience Benny had tho? He was wild card back in punisher days and now he walking the most bland don't get on anyone bad side by having no personality patch. Ye remember his EP promos?? Yep. Also like it's not only netflix business to train them but their managements too right? They just keepin it real with where they going then lol

Like Jessie is experimenting which is cool and stuff that's what we here for. But this one?? No matter the brand it just screams fashion nova from miles away and that's a fashion nono :c sorry Jessie babey that they put ye in this. Wasn't she doing MSGM at brit fashion awards??? Where's that energy now hm?

And here is the 20 quid design in question

And Benny and his similar fits... Ye this is the point I've been making for days now. He wears same boring rags scraps but now with more expensive price tag x.x

I probably skipped through Mr Lewis and gym bro Cal, like I don't particularly care but yeee I was not expecting miracles from anyone in that cast so why waste me time? Oscars in three days that's what imma waiting for lol and boring makes me violent sooooo

Also no matter what, Benny always looks the worst next to his kids. Cuz he personally against me with that shite he wears like always x.x

[queen-scribbles]

World building list for Adi too! :-D

B A S I C S

full name: Adela Tecali

gender: female

sexuality: straight

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Parents Voltan and Magda, siblings Ben, Texatl, Sirra, Itoltia(Tia), Kisin, and Zac(she fits between Sirra and Tia)

birthplace: Necazoa, Ixamitl Plains

job: Scholar, adventurer, Watcher, Lady of Caed Nua, Captain of the Ilhana

phobias:  getting her friends hurt, drowning

guilty pleasures: spicy food, pastries(baked goods of any kind, really, but especially pastries), pretty but impractical dresses, collecting books

M O R A L S

morality alignment: Neutral Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized/in-between

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious/in-between

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient(usually…)

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern/in-between

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Adi/Heodan

ot3: n/a

brotp: Adi & Kana, Adi & Xoti, Adi &Rekke

notp: Just the usual

[fbfh]

ben florian relationship and intimacy hcs

genre: smutty fluff

pairing: ben florian x gn reader

wc: 1k

warnings: rough sex, ben is a top, edward cullen syndrome (feels bad boning you cause he doesn't want to hurt you by accident), werewolf/beast hybrid traits, knots, scenting, ben is a top, office sex, lingere, ben is a very loving attentive top, lot's of fluff and aftercare

a/n: yo remember when I was like hyperfixated on descendants teehee :p,,,,, this is from that lmao

also not super proof read!!

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+!!!

tags: @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @dustyinkpages @yesv01

Look

Ben drinks respect juice with every fucking meal

He snorts kindness and consent in between council meetings

He is the best boyfriend you could ask for

He’s always so considerate and gentle with you

Literally treats you with kid gloves

Until you rile him up too much

God he’s just overcome with love and desire for you

And even then ngl he’s still trying to hold back

Okay

Hear me out

He's a beast hybrid

We know this

So I feel like he does have some pseudo werewolf-ish, more animalistic tendencies

It’s another thing he tries to keep under control most of the time

But with you????

You’re so comforting and relaxing he doesn’t even realize he’s doing something

Scents you without noticing it

You’ll visit him between meetings to catch up over some tea or coffee

He kisses the back of your hand, skimming the proposal in front of him

“Uh… Ben?”

“Yes, love?” he answers

He looks up, distracted, and realizes he was rubbing your wrist on his face and neck

He sputters an apology and you’re like no it’s cute!

It’s good that you find his scenting endearing because he’ll also do it by biting and sucking on your neck

And the inside of your thighs

A lot

God he just can’t get enough of you

This might be a hot take

But he’s 100% a top

Hands down

Stress relief for Ben means topping you until you can’t walk, think straight, or remember your names

And he’s a very stressed out person

So this is a pretty regular occurrence

He definitely goes a little bit feral

Just a tad

He actually growls sometimes

Which is a very nice sound

He can and will mark you the hell up

Bruises scratches hickeys

BITE MARKS

I hate to be the one to break this to you

But he does in fact have a knot

You’ll probably have lost count of how many times you’ve cum by the time he finally pops his knot inside you

He’s already pretty well endowed

So the extra stretch??????

The full feeling of him swelling up inside you????

The satisfaction of being absolutely stuffed full of him and keeping it in place with his bulging knot???????

Unmatched

He can’t really move when his knot is there

Which is kind of the whole point yk

But he will smother you in kisses and praise and kind of grind and hump into you a little still totally blissed out from you

As much as he can at least

Until his knot finally goes down

The length of time this takes varies

But the entire time he’ll be caressing you and kissing you

Breathing every loving thought that crosses his mind

CEO OF AFTERCARE

Probably feels bad abt getting rough

Like he's literally so gentle and attentive

He touches you more softly and tenderly than you knew someone could

He loves just holding you to his chest and rubbing your back

It's not so bad right after but the next day when you have hickeys bruises on your thighs and bite marks on your neck and chest

When you can't walk??

He feels TERRIBLE

You're like Ben

I would do it again right now if you wanted to

It takes a while for you to really make him understand you like it when he gets like that yk

Will definitely accidentally rip pillows/sheets/mattress

Left particularly gnarly claw marks in the headboard on more than one occasion

Will not hesitate to pin you against a wall the second you two are alone

Or any available surface really

You know when guys wear a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up?????

That times a thousand constantly

That’s what it feels like with him

A lot of growling

Once he gets more comfy with absolutely destroying your guts get ready

He loves the idea of bending you over his desk in between meetings

He loves the view too

Like a lot

But god he can’t go more than 5 minutes without looking at your gorgeous face

Expect a lot of kisses and cuddles after that

Like more than usual

If he’s especially stressed pLEASE ride him

It has to be the right type of stressed though yk

Anywhere is fine but especially in his office

Office sex reeeally hits different with him

When he leans back in his chair and starts undoing his pants???

When he pulls you onto his lap??????

Might as well get a pregnancy test right now cause that shit is hot as fUCK

God it so fucking hard for him to keep quiet

He’ll be moaning your name a whole lot

He loves it when you ride him

But he really can't help himself from grabbing your hips and pistoning up into you

God he is so fucking obsessed with you

He’ll be kissing you and holding you close and moaning your name

Sometimes the only thing that gets him through the day is getting to lay you down in bed and kiss the shit out of you and make you feel so, so good

He loves when you get all dolled up in pretty lingerie too

He loves unwrapping you like a present

WEAR THIGH HIGHS

Oh my god he’ll lose his shit

And if you pull him in by the tie????????

Hope you cleared your schedule cause that shit turns him the fuck ON

God Ben is just so loving and passionate

Hot sexy politician werewolf boyfriend hot sexy politician werewolf boyfriend

He takes such good care of you

And god he loves every minute of it

[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 59: 7x09, 10x06, 11x07

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

November 18, 2021

7x09: How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters

Written by: Ben Edlund

Directed by: Guy Bee

Original air date: November 18, 2011

Plot Synopsis:

Something is turning all of the people of a small town in New Jersey into cannibals.

Features:

Glamping, the Jersey Devil, Ranger Rick, supercharged adrenal glands, Dean’s drug sandwich, Edgar the leviathan, hyperadrenalised cannibalism, Bobby is kidnapped by leviathans.

My Thoughts:

I fully forgot that Bobby dies in season 7. Not looking forward to watching the next season 7 ep, at least we get a couple week’s break.

In good news, Bobby looks very cute in a little suit and all dressed up. I love him.

This is kind of a boring episode but at least Dean gets microaggressed and has a little crush on Ranger Rick. I stand by this, he said he liked Rick when he was stoned and thus not repressing. No filters, love and light. Also, textual evidence that he’s been sadder since Cas left. And then Bobby gives the least useful pep talk I’ve ever seen.

There are plenty of issues with the leviathans as villains, but the actor for Dick Roman really nails the delivery of charming but sleazy CEO in a big way.

Notable Lines:

“You think the world wants to end?”

“ Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you."

“Ever since my head broke... and we lost Cas. I mean, you ever feel like he's -- he's going through the same motions but he's not the same Dean, you know?"

“...at least all my crazy's under one umbrella, you know? I kind of know what I'm dealing with. A lot of people got it worse."

" I'm talking the way a person talks when they've had it, when they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered."

"You're not a person. [...] You tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben. And now here you are with a mean old coot and a van full of guns. That ain't person behavior, son. You're a hunter, meaning you're whatever the job you're doing today. Now, you get a case of the Anne Sextons, something's gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off. Now, you find your reasons to get back in the game. I don't care if it's love or spite or a ten-dollar bet. I've been to enough funerals. I mean it. You die before me, and I'll kill you."

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 6.0

IMdB Rating: 8.5

10x06: Ask Jeeves

Written by: Eric Charmelo & Nicole Snyder

Directed by: John MacCarthy

Original air date: November 18, 2014

Plot Synopsis:

Dean encounters a surprising message on Bobby's phone, and Sam and Dean investigate.

Features:

Dead heiress, the boys as Bobby’s next of kin, shapeshifter kid, basically Clue.

My Thoughts:

I don’t remember this episode at all and you know what? That was fine. They’re trying for camp, fair enough, but none of the guest stars are talented enough to pull it off, and neither is Jared.

The bottle episode style doesn’t really work with the established rules of the universe - there’s no way one of the boys wouldn’t have been able to distract the one or two cops long enough for the other to sneak out and at least get the EMF meter from the car. For that matter, they’ve handled enough silver for werewolves and shifters that I don’t buy them not noticing that the knives are stainless steal. And they’ve handled enough cursed objects to not instantly dismiss an ornate piece of jewellery left to Bobby, famously a monster hunter, by a mysterious heiress. It just hits weird that they take everything at face value. Also, crazy that the cop didn’t run their real names that they used and come up with the serial killer stuff.

I watched this episode with my best friend from high school, Bella (who no longer watches Spn), and my brother-in-law, Lyall, who watches with us a lot but doesn’t have the bug.

Bella hated this so much that they convinced me to give it an even lower rating than I was already going to give it.

Lyall said “this show loves camp but hates gay people” and “I’ve never watched an episode of Supernatural that made me forget about the overarching plot more”.

All true and reasonable critiques. I think Sam should have hustled the MILFs at poker instead of playing Go Fish and I thought it was funny when he held his knife like a gun. Also, the shifter effects looked way better and creepier in season 1, so call that a failure.

Basically, this was a good idea executed very badly, which to be fair is trademark Supernatural. Also, with this and 7x09, Stacked today said that Capitalism Is Bad.

Notable Lines:

“Our surrogate dad, Bobby Singer...”

“Being a monster is a choice.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 3.5

IMdB Rating: 8.1

11x07: Plush

Written by: Eric Charmelo & Nicole Snyder

Directed by: Tim Andrew

Original air date: November 18, 2015

Plot Synopsis:

Sheriff Donna calls Sam and Dean for help after a horrific murder with supernatural elements happens in her town. Sam continues to have visions and asks God for help, which frustrates Dean.

Features:

Killer bunny, the return of Donna, cursed mask, evil jester, cursed costumes of a children’s performer, burn the furry heads, Donna is a hunter.

My Thoughts:

I was expecting this to be a rare late-season Samgirl episode, but it wasn’t really because it dropped all of the emotional resonance for the bulk of the episode and tried to just sandwich it in there at the beginning and the end. Not much exploration of what Sam is really going through.

This one also felt super divorced from the overarching plot of the season, which makes sense because it was written by the same duo. I’ll have to see if this is a valid critique of all their work when I do my analysis at the end of Stacked.

I love Donna and I enjoyed watching Dean compete (and lose) at masculinity with a high schooler. I liked seeing a little bit of Sam’s hell trauma come in near the end.

Otherwise, I was mostly bored. And mad that they named the heroic jock after Brad Buckner and it wasn’t even a Buckleming episode.

To be honest, I watched these episodes in advance and am writing this review the next day (life 14ish hours later) and I can’t remember that much about the episode except that Donna was cute, so. Shows you what I felt about it when watching.

Notable Lines:

“I spent my whole life sticking up for my brother. But what if I couldn’t see him for what he really was?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 4.5

IMdB Rating: 8.2

In Conclusion: Why did I watch these episodes in advance, you ask? Why, because I am working for 14 hours straight today <3

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

CURSED: CHAPTER ELEVEN

“All is fair in love and war”

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: werewolf shit, guys

Warnings: death, blood, violence, swearing possibly

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

MACK clutched her head in her hands, her back resting sharply against the car wheel as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lungs struggling to keep up with her breaths. Tears streaked down her face like paint and her eyes were swollen with fear as she stared down at his body.

Ben's head rested sickeningly in a pool of deep crimson, his eyes frozen open like a deer in headlights, unblinking and unflinching. His nose was bloodied, his clothes scuffed and ripped and his chest looked nauseatingly con-caved. Mack chocked backed sob, covering her mouth with her hand. The more she stared at him, the more the reality sunk in.

She killed someone.

She killed him.

Someone she new, someone she once loved. She killed him. Someone who was worshiped at her school, someone whose name was on every certificate, every trophy. Someone who new her mum, her dad her sister.

A demented scream ripped from her throat like a banshee, her vocals straining to make a sound that sinister and that piercing. She kept going. Her world collapsed, crumbling like sand around her until only grit remained. She would go to jail. She would be sentenced to death. She would have to leave her dad. She would have to leave Kai. Mack's thoughts swooped through her like vultures, praying off her emotions like they were merely insignificant worms or insects.

The tainted sound stopped at the feeling of warm breath tickling against her ear. Welcomed hands on her shoulders. Comforting words whispered by a soothing voice.

"Shhh. Shh. Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me." Kai cooed gently, tucking some hair behind Mack's ear and tilting her head to face him with his finger and thumb on her chin. "No one is going to find out, okay? Just - just do exactly as I say." Kai's blue eyes were so calming, soft okie the ocean - blue and dazzling with sparks of hope like the theory of salt that littered wave tops and swells. "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" He persisted and Mack managed a nod. "Good."

Kai stood up again, moving from his crouched position in front of Mack and over to where Ben's body menacingly taunted him. Kai scrunch up his nose, gathering saliva at the back of his throat before spitting over Ben. He hoisted the boy's body up, as arm under each armpit as he dragged Ben into the tree line that outlined the small road like thick, black marker in a child's painting. Setting his body down at the bottom of a tree, Kai sprinted over to his car, opening the door and flinging the glove box open.

He rummaged through it, tossing unwanted items on the seat like a scene out of a movie. That was until he came across what he wanted.

A small teddy-bear. Small enough to fit in the palm of Kai's hand; stuffing bursting through the seams, button eyes clinging on by strangled, old threads and ears half ripped off. He enclosed his hands around it, eyes rolling back and a small groan passing his lips as the glow emitted an orange hue. A warmth spread throughout him, filling his veins like a drug. Kai missed this feeling, the feeling of magic running through him. The adrenaline was heavy now, coursing through him just like the magic and aiding him as he ran back to Ben as fast as he could.

He bent down beside the body, arms held out and palms hovering over the torso and he muttered incantations and Latin phrases.

Scatters of ash floated upwards as spread densely to the sides, flaking off like tissue paper. The embers scorned the sides, titian hues edging them and creating a malevolent glow around them. When the ash cleared and the air thinned, clearing of magic, only an empty spot of grass that boarded the broad roots of the tree remained, all evidence of Ben's body disintegrated and nestling into the forest floor like any other leaf or decaying plant.

An abrupt grunt brought Kai back to present, making his head turn suddenly in the direction of Mack.

"Kenz?" He asked tentatively, but was merely met with another grunt, "Kenz, you're really scaring me." Kai said as he made his was round the car until he was face to face with her.

Then the screaming started. Mack collapsed to the floor from where she'd managed to stand to, her leg snapping in an unnatural manner. Then she jerked to the left, another scream ripping from her throat menacingly as her bones seemed to crack and break - her body distorting into a creature. Kai's head tilted to look at the moon, hanging mockingly, a full, bright, Pearl-white circle in the dark, spotted sky.

A sharp gasp pierced through the air, Kai's breath turning into a small cloud of icy white. It was a full moon. He looked back to make quickly, her form now hunted over, resting on all fours with her head dipped.

Mack's head rose from where it's been bowed, her eyes glowing with an intense fusion of gold, pain and fury. Her top lip pulled back threateningly, unveiling a pair of fangs which protruded uncomfortably over her bottom lip like small knives. All trace of Mack was gone, besides her hair and torn-up, blood-splattered clothes. A feral growl tore from her and Kai's eyes widened, his mind finally processing the situation in full.

And that's when he ran.

Kai ran, fast. As fast as he could; along the tarmac road, his converse crunching against the gravel grossly as he sprinted back to his Jeep. Looking back, Mack no longer chased him. No. It wasn't Mack - it was a monster. It's fur ran silky over its skin, dark silvers mixed with blacks, whites and yellowy-browns, it's eyes burned gold and it's ears stood to attention in the bitter wind whipping around them. It's paws were huge - as big as Kai's feet, maybe even bigger, and it's tail was a swooshing sweep of death behind it. Kai swallowed thickly, his hand resting on the door-handle now, tugging desperately and flinging the car open wide.

He clambered in, slamming the door just in time as the wolf scraped its claws down the side of the door. Kai winced at the screeching sound, cringing at the thought of the huge scratches that would be there now. He desperately tried turning his keys in the ignition but it cut short. He tried again and again, the sound of her clawing at his door making the desperation grow stronger.

After a short while Kai gave up, slumping into his seat and burying his face him his hands and hoping that she'd soon leave.

Mack didn't. She remained relentless, scratching and scraping at his car all night long. Kai can't remember when, but at some point he must've fallen asleep, as the whole world went black and all nosies were drained out.

...

The pale sun peaked over the trees, illuminating the dark road with a creamy-white light that shone over the sticky tarmac and leaves and grass glistened with the morning frost. Kai sat up slowly in his seat, groaning at his aching body and slowly peering out the window. Nothing was there. She had gone.

He slowly opened his car door, climbing out the black jeep and wincing at the damage done to his vehicle.

Long, jagged lines of scratchy sliver-grey were clawed down the doors, over the bonnet and the windows were scattered in lines of blue where the panes had been scraped. As he wandered around the car, Kai stopped in his tacks upon seeing Mack sprawled out over the floor, her shaking, naked frame shivering in the frosted grass. He rushed over to her, grounding slowly beside the girl and quickly shedding his coat. He spread it over her, pulling Mack's head into his lap for a moment and stroking her hair calmingly. When she didn't stir, he gently collected her into his arms, walking cautiously over to his car and placing her in the back seat. He looked at her, sighing as pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

While he drove back to Mack's house, Kai's divers gripped the steering wheel tightly and his thoughts spiralled. Could he ever look at her the same? Of course he could, she was his best friend, his... well, friend. The girl he lo-

What? He didn't love her. No. He just cared deeply for her, felt hurt when she was hurt, wanted to cry when she cried, felt immense joy when she was happy, could barely stand to spend more than a few hours away from her, not touching her, not kissing her-

Holy shit. He loved her. He was in love with his best friend, his fuck buddy. Kai's mind was sent into overdrive, his senses buzzing off adrenaline, but they were soon interrupted by a low groan from the backseat. He looked back slightly, keeping one eye trained on the road ahead of them.

"Rise and shine, sweet cheeks." He quipped cheerfully, smirking as Amelie sat up, the coat falling from her chest and giving Kai a perfect view of her breasts from the rear-view mirror. He whistled and she frowned. "Fuck, you have nice tits." Kai grinned and Mack's eyes widened. She instantly reached for the coat, pulling it up over her chest and holding it there with one hand.

"Kai!" She exclaimed as he started to laugh.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, sweetheart. And it definitely isn't something I wouldn't mind seeing again." He mentioned with a wink and she scowled at him. Then her eyes finally caught onto the scratches and scraped littering her shoulders, her legs, her feet, her hands. She gasped, holding her arms out in front of herself and examining her hands. The coat dropped again and Kai went back to his marvelling. Mack soon realised, pulling it over herself again.

"Stop doing that!" She said and Kai chuckled.

"I'm not doing anything, sweetheart. You can't blame your own...clumsiness on my intuition to see you naked." He smirk and she stuck her tongue out at him. "I'd be careful if I were you, babe, or I might get you to put the tongue to a better use." He winked and she gasped again, slumping back into the seats and crossing her arms over her chest.

They pulled into her drive, Kai stopping the car and walking round to Mack's door. He opened it, scooping the girl into his arms and kicking it shit with his foot.

"Kai!" She screamed, giggling as he walked with her in his arms. "Put me down!" She demanded, hitting his chest with her fists and kicking her legs.

"And let your dad think I'm less than the gentleman I made myself out to be last night? Nuh uh, babe." He quipped and Mack huffed, settling into his arms and he blindly opened the door to her house.

"You're back." Ian sighed, standing swiftly from the couch and crossing over to Kai, patting him on the shoulder and thanking him. "You're a good kid, thank you so much for helping us." He said in Kai's ear as the boy let Mack down and she scrambled off to her room. Ian sighed again, sitting down on the sofa and patting the spot beside him.

Kai tentatively sat beside him, kindly refusing when Ian offered him a beer, saying it was too early. They sat back against the cushions, a silence filled with awkward tension settling over them.

"Look, I'm guessing you saw...her." Ian started, gesturing towards where Mack had scurried off to.

"Yeah." Kai said bluntly.

"And you're still here?" Ian prompted and Kai nodded.

"I'm not exactly...human, myself." Kai admitted and Ian's brow raised.

"You're a wolf?" He asked and Kai shook his head with an amused smile. "There's other supernatural creatures?" Ian pressed and Kai smiled.

"Yes, I am a siphon." Ian pulled a confused face, "I'm a witch that doesn't have any powers of their own - I can only draw from other magical beings." Kai explained and Ian nodded slowly.

"Hey, Kai, do you wanna maybe go out? I need some fresh air." Mack called, rounding the corner and walking into the living room, now clad in some jeans and one of Kai's sweaters. He grinned at her, pleased to see her earring his clothes.

"Sure, Kenz. Do you want to start up my car? I'll meet you out there." He suggested and she plodded off. After the sound of the door slamming reached their ears Ian turned to Kai once again.

"If you plan on hurting my daughter in any way, I will kill you." He whispered and Kai smiled. "Got it?"

"Not like you'd stand much a chance.." Kai mused. "But yes, I understand and I have no intention of letting anyone or anything hurt Kenz. I promise." Kai replied and Ian smiled.

"Now go, have fun, keep my daughter happy!"

[madsmikkelsenschesthair]

I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)

A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!

Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff

Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader

Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.

"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?

And where was her husband?

Ben.

Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.

"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.

"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.

During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.

It was her.

He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.

"Push love you're almost there!"

Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.

It was just her and her pain.

Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.

The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.

"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."

Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"

"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."

Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.

"I promise, my love. I promise you."

Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.

"Take my son to my father Tij...."

The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.

Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.

He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.

The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.

"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.

He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.

"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.

Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.

Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.

"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.

No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.

-15 years later-

Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.

"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.

Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."

The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.

Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.

"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.

The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."

"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.

"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.

"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."

Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.

"He'll have to forgive me one day..."

Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.

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Full Name ── Theophilus William Camden

✮ Proxy Name ──PANT⦻MIME✮ Nicknames ── Mime, Smiler, BNW freak

✮ Gender ── Male

✮ Sexuality ── Aroace(Cupioromantic and asexual)

✮ Sexual Preference ── None

✮ Pronouns ── he/they/it

✮ Date of Birth ── 19 th september 1906✮ Age ── 118

✮ Place of Birth ── England

✮ Nationality ── English

✮ Languages ── BSL, speaks English when xe is forced to speak

✮ Scars ── scars and burn marks across his skin from being tortured while he was in the "hospital"

✮ Height ── 6'8 feet✮ MBTI ── INTP✮ Zodiac Sign ── Virgo

✮ Natural Hair Color ── brown

✮ Hair Colour (now) ── black

✮ Hair Length ── to xiers chin

✮ Eye Colour ── Black

✮ Skin Colour ── black and white

✮ Smell ── Black ink and tar

✮ Proxy-mark ── wrist(covers them up)

☆ has met Zalgo before two years after being turned into what it is now and 3 years before being turned into a proxy

☆ gets along best with the organ harvester, Ticci toby, Pick pocket and Terror tony.

☆ tried to kill jeff once during a manic episode

☆ Once kissed the organ harvester

☆ Sexualizes himself during depressive episodes

☆ insomnia (Heightened in Manic episodes)

__`☆ About them:`__

❧ Status 》Dead/entity

❧ Species 》Proxy(?)

❧ Relationship 》Single

❧ Skills 》 murder, whipping, dancing, a bit of art

❧ Likes 》watching EJ bleed sometimes, dancing to music, bugs,listening to people he is fond of ramble, Peperoni, Human flesh

❧ Dislikes 》Bullies, crowss, smell of smoke or coffee, some textures (polyester, cheese), getting forced to talk (it hurts them, due to their vocal chords being permanently damaged from being tortured.), BEN, Jeff and Natalie, Laughing Jack(finds him creepy)

❧ Touch 》 hates it, but let's some people touch his appendages

❧ Fears 》losing a person they are fond of, seeing his father again

❧ Triggers 》Talking about xiers past, calling xem names, saying the sentence, "Dont fight back, let it happen, it will all be okay soon."

❧ Weakness 》Will cry if remembering his past, cries acid, anxiety, cuts his appendages sometimes when triggered, can barely talk

❧ Working for 》Slenderman but disobeys sometimes

❧ Work 》Proxy

❧ Addictions》cutting

❧ Earning Trust 》possible but takes at least 5 weeks

❧ Items 》Candy canes, whips, book and a pen

❧ Aid 》None.

❧ Parental Figures 》None.❧

Theme songs 》 So cold by Breaking Benjamin, Emergency contact by pierce the veil, Going under by evanescene, Zombie by the cranberries and if you can't hang by sleeping with sirens❧

Disorders 》 Existential OCD, social anxiety, emotional disorder in childhood, generalized anxiety disorder, Schizophrenia, C-PTSD, body dysmorphia, major depressive disorder

__`☆ Favourites:`__❧

Favourite Interest 》 bugs, how human nerves work, dancing to music Life in general)

❧ Favourite Songs 》I will not bow by breaking Benjamin, bad things by get scared,dead memories by slipknot

❧ Favourite Artists 》 Breaking Benjamin, sleeping with sirens, decaying nature, Black Sabbath,Slipknot

❧ Favourite Animal 》xe eats animals when he can't get humans, but insects, especially Beetles

❧ Favourite Colours 》 Maroon red

﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊__`•☆༄࿐ Personality`__It is observant, and tries to be polite as much as they can, when they are triggered however they often lash out in a way of hurting their fond ones and will cry about it later on and apologize in a way of giving them gifts (which can be handmade or an eye that they ripped out of their appendages). Generally shy, and often stays with a person they are fond of to socialise. When they are having hallucinations they will hide themselves under its appendages and not come out until someone else comes in and "protects" them from what they are seeing. They are a sensitive person and hide in the shadows. However, don't underestimate them. He is capable of killing people in brutal ways, like ripping out their spine and then eating their lungs.

﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊__`•☆༄࿐ Backstory`__

Its 5 a.m., and my father just went out of my room after screaming at me and telling me I will not get food tommorrow. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes and blood dripped down my nose, 'Hold it in. You know Father doesn't like it when you cry.' I think to myself and get up and make my way towards the door.'It is my fault, I shouldn't have screamed about the man standing in the doorway. At least he is gone now.' I silently whisper as tears keep falling down, and i wipe them away. As I make my way over to the bathroom, I see that terrible creepy man again..His eyes, wait no he doesnt have eyes, nor a face in general, it reminds me of the dog like creature, but that one has somewhat facial features. I dont like them. I can feel a headache forming. He is waving. I shut my eyes and ran to the bathroom, hoping for it to be over and quickly clean up my blood, and and sigh out again. It hurts. I decide to just go back to sleep. Crying is for the weak, that is what the father said.Of course, I am awoken by the sound of yelling. My father hit my mother again, which is normal for my family.. I wonder why she doesn't fight back, even if it is the opposite of what she always tells me to do I still wonder why, she is strong, I've noticed after she slapped me for asking if I am actually real. _"Dont fight back, and let it happen, it will all be okay soon."_ common sentence I have heard a lot of times now. I wish father would be nice again, then I wouldn't have to hear it. I can't say it, though, otherwise father will hate me just like I hate myself. I put on a smile to not seem too terrible as Father sends me to school even tho I don't want to go.In school, it is terrible once again, the kids mock me for my stutter, I can't help it, and it is not my fault. They exclude me from games in the break, they don't talk to me, and they throw sand or pebbels at me on the playground. Oliver does it the most, I don't get why he doesn't like me. I never talk to him. He tells me it is because I am a devil's child. But I pray every night to God? If I am a devil's child, why don't I have horns? Why doesn't my body look weird? Am I actually real?

Is everything real? What if this is not real and I am dreaming? Questions run through my head, but I stay silent, I pinch myself and put on a smile. Okay, I'm not dreaming."It will all be okay soon." I repeat in my head until I am home.At night, I pray once again, I get tired of praying, but I don't dare tell. If I do, My Father and the priest will be angry at me."Dear God. Please protect my mother and me from my father. Amen." I silently whisper as I hold my 6 year old hands together and hold my eyes shut.My mother comes into my room, she tells me good night, and that we will go to a special place tomorrow. "Did God hear my prayer? How can he hear my prayer? Is he real?" I ponder after she has left my room, and I write and write into my diary until I fall asleep. I am awoken once again by my mother. This time, she isn't screaming. However, her eyes are puffy. Has she been crying? She tells me to pack my things to go to the special place, someone will help me there. They will 'fix' me. But what is there to be fixed?. Will they fix my brain? Will they fix my stutter? What will they fix and how? Could I have figured it out? I take my diary with me and my clothes and ofcourse I shouldn't forget Smiler, my plush dog.We ride in a train, and she hugs me a lot of the time. Father tells her to quit it. She does stop hugging me,yet she squeezes my hand and excuses herself as she begins crying again. Why is she crying? Is it my fault? I squeeze her hand back. I stay silent.Doctors await me at the special place, smiling. I ponder again. Why am I here?I tremble and tears slip down my cheeks as I open up my diary for the first time in a long time and begin to write."It is terrible. Everything hurts. They beat me a lot of the times, they use me, and they forget to give me food. I don't understand how I should be fixed, I want this all to stop. They made me dance for them today like they did all week. They made me touch them, I do not want to be here anymore. They take needles and inject them into me, i believe i have abornmally grown.." And I write and write until I see matches laying on the ground.The building has been burned down. However, there has been a diary found. It is covered in dirt and most pages are unreadable, but scientists have been able to decipher some pages. "I can hear them. They are right behind me.And I can see them. They are laughing at me, mocking me. I'm still locked inside, I want to get out.. they forced me onto a machine yesterday, It burned and burned. Today, they took me into a room away from the others and whipped my back until it bled. It all hurts so much. I dont understand why, i had to stay silent or otherwise they wouldve have put me on the pullmachine again, i dont know if my body can take anymore..They injected something in me today again, it hurts. However, it will all be okay soon. I will be fixed. That is what they said. I need to pray again."