#temperance bennett

[dandylion240]

Atlas doesn't find school easy much less the prospect of becoming a doctor. He feels like a disappointment to his parents who are both doctors themselves and have dreams of setting up a family owned medical center once their kids finish school.

Ivy on the other hand has no problem with school and can't wait until she finishes medical school to join the family business. She's the apple of her parents eyes.

Basil is a spoiled only child who is just realizing being the mayor's son doesn't exempt him from paying the consequences of his actions.

The first chapter of The Art of Being Yourself is available on my WP Blog if you want to read it now otherwise it'll be queued and posted later.

Kaia was made by @reverieinsimlish

Will Weston was made by @legendofsim

[thelastunison]

And the mercy seat is waiting

and I think my head is burning

and in a way I'm yearning

to be done with all this measuring of proof

[tomorrowusa]

Yep, Trump's infantile tantrums make Biden seem 73½ years older than him rather than the chronological 3½ years.

A nice touch to the cartoon would have been 12 baby bottles filled with Diet Coke® within reach of Trump.

Trump is always gonna be Trump. But what's truly disturbing is how Republicans ignore all the danger signs and unquestioningly pander to his every whim.

[heretodefyfate]

decided to sketch some of my fav reborn characters (also give Taka slightly different clothes)

[charlosvibesonly]

Fuck, Marry, Kill

Lando Norris Imagine

You and Lando Norris have known each other since your rookie years in Formula 1. Both of you, born in the same year, had your paths intertwined from the very beginning. But you were never friends. You were far too shy and reserved to go talk to him. He was the popular, cool kid. It never bothered you. You had a goal - to race in Formula 1.

But being shy wasn’t without consequences. Any conversation you had with him was curt and to the point. You thought you were being professional, but Lando considered you an arrogant brat. He joked about you with his friends, while you stayed unaware of his dislike towards you. You climbed the ladder of your racing career fast. It was 2019, and you were already being called the hot shot. Maybe it was your temperance or your discipline, but there was a seat in Red Bull waiting for you. Later during the day, you stood at the edge of the paddock, eyes scanning the bustling scene as you spotted Lando chatting with a group of his friends. Taking a deep breath, you approached, determined to be cordial. You had heard the news earlier that day—Lando had signed with McLaren. It was a big deal, and despite your rocky history, you wanted to congratulate him.

“Hey, Lando,” you said, trying to sound friendly. “Congratulations on signing with McLaren. That’s huge.”

Lando turned to you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, Y/N. Didn't expect you to come over here. Thought you were too busy basking in the glory of your Red Bull seat.”

You frowned, taken aback by his tone. “I just wanted to congratulate you. It’s a big step in your career.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, sure. I bet you’re here just to rub it in my face. 'Look at me, I’m with Red Bull,' right?”

You felt a surge of anger rising within you. “What? No! I was genuinely trying to be nice. But clearly, that’s wasted on you.”

Lando’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of irritation. “You’ve always been condescending, Y/N. Acting all high and mighty.”

Your fists clenched at your sides. “I’m not condescending. I was being professional. But you—you're just a dick.”

His eyes narrowed, and before you knew it, he gave you a slight shove, pushing you aside. “Watch your mouth.”

You stumbled, barely keeping your balance. Anger and shock coursed through you, but words failed you. All you could do was glare at him, feeling a mix of rage and hurt.

He turned away, already dismissing you as he rejoined his friends, leaving you standing there, seething and speechless.

Your mentor, Claire Bennett, had been watching from a distance, her keen eyes catching the tail end of your confrontation with Lando. She saw the way he pushed you, the hurt in your eyes, and the way you stood there, fuming but silent. Claire had always been protective of you, understanding the challenges you faced in such a high-pressure environment.

After you walked away, she made her way over to Lando, her expression stern. “Lando, a word?”

He turned, slightly surprised to see her. “Claire. What is it?”

“I saw what just happened with Y/N. That was uncalled for,” she said, her voice firm.

Lando shrugged, his irritation still evident. “She was being her usual arrogant self. Acting like she’s better than everyone.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “Arrogant? Lando, Y/N is one of the shyest people I know. She’s always been reserved, not arrogant.”

He scoffed. “Reserved? She barely talks to anyone, and when she does, it’s always curt and to the point. She acts like she’s above us.”

Claire shook her head. “That’s not arrogance, Lando. That’s her way of coping. Her parents were incredibly strict, pushing her to be the best, but never allowing her to be herself. She’s had to deal with a lot of pressure and loneliness.”

Lando frowned, skepticism clear on his face. “So what? I’ve had my fair share of pressure too. But I don’t go around acting like I’m better than everyone else.”

“She doesn’t think she’s better, Lando. She just doesn’t know how to open up. She doesn’t have many friends in the racing community because she’s always been so focused on proving herself,” Claire explained gently.

He shook his head. “I don’t buy it. She thinks too much of herself. And you know what? I’m looking forward to putting her in her place on the track. Here in F1, we’re equals, and she’ll see that.”

Claire sighed, realizing she wasn’t getting through to him. 

Your relationship with Max Verstappen had always been one of mutual respect. Both of you had demanding parents and were driven by a need to prove yourselves, always striving for perfection no matter the personal cost. Max was often quiet and reserved, but he was always there for you, offering guidance when you needed it. The time you spent together during promotional events and in the paddock became something you looked forward to, and before you knew it, you found yourself developing a crush on him. You were thrilled when he won and worried sick when he crashed. Meanwhile, your own performance was strong, with successful qualifications in Q1 and Q2 in all your races so far, making the team happy.

One evening, after heavy rains canceled the practice sessions for the Japanese Grand Prix, a group of drivers, including Charles Leclerc, Daniel Ricciardo, Max, Carlos Sainz Jr., Lando, George Russell, and Alex Albon, decided to hang out at a bar. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to unwind and have a couple of beers.

As the night wore on, Lando saw his chance to corner you. “Hey, how about we play ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’?” he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief.

There were a few reluctant glances, but eventually, everyone agreed. Lando started with George. “Alright, George, your choices are Charles, Alex, and Y/N.”

George, who had never particularly enjoyed your company, chuckled. “Marry Charles, fuck Alex, and kill Y/N.” The table erupted in laughter, but you dismissed it as George trying to be funny.

Next, Lando turned to Max. “Your turn, Max. Charles, Daniel, and Y/N.”

You felt your cheeks getting hot. Despite it being just a game, you were anxious to hear Max’s answer. Max smirked slightly. “That’s easy. Marry Daniel, fuck Charles, and kill Y/N.”

Your heart dropped at his words. Max thought he was being respectful, not wanting to make things awkward for you. Daniel added, “Watch out, Y/N, he might take you out in the next race,” prompting more laughter from the group. You managed a weak smile, but the comment stung. Lando noticed your discomfort and smirked, seeing his opportunity.

“Alright, Y/N, your turn,” Lando said, turning to you. “But let’s change it a bit for you. You only get to choose ‘Fuck’ or ‘Marry’.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your heartbeat quickening. “And your choices are pretty easy,” he continued, dragging out the suspense. “Max... and Max.”

You felt the bottle in your hand slip and fall to the floor with a clatter. The other drivers processed the implications of Lando’s question, and your eyes met Max’s, who looked confused. Embarrassed, tears began to well up in your eyes. You tried to leave, but Lando grabbed your hand and stood up, stopping you.

“Come on, Y/N, finish the game. We’re only having fun,” he said, his face close to yours. You could see the merciless gleam in his green eyes. Reluctantly, you sat back down, tension hanging thick in the air.

Max kept glancing at you, unsure of what to say, while the other drivers moved on to discuss other things. You felt exposed and humiliated, your crush on Max now painfully obvious to everyone.

As the night came to an end, everyone started leaving the bar. You took a deep breath and approached Max, trying to find some comfort in his presence. “Max, can we talk for a moment?”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Y/N, just forget about it. It was only a game. Don’t worry.”

His dismissive tone made your heart sink further. “Yeah, sure,” you mumbled, watching him walk away. Standing outside the bar, the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over. The humiliation mixed with the pain of possible rejection was too much to bear. You needed answers. You needed to confront Lando.

Spotting him a few feet away, you called out, your voice shaky but determined. “Lando, why do you treat me this way?”

He turned, a smug grin on his face. “What do you mean?”

“Cut the bullshit, Lando,” you snapped. “Why do you always go out of your way to make me feel like crap?”

He laughed, the sound grating on your already frayed nerves. “I love finally breaking that arrogance of yours.”

Fury surged through you, and you shoved him. “You’re such an ass,” you spat, turning to walk away. But before you could take more than a few steps, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back with a grip that hurt.

Your back collided with his chest, and he leaned down, whispering in your ear, “Never do that again.”

You struggled to break free, but his grip only tightened. “Maybe I really like you, Y/N. And I don’t like Max taking you away.”

You froze as his words sank in, your mind racing. Lando likes you? This couldn’t be real. His lips brushed your ear in a quick kiss, sending a shiver down your spine.

He let you go abruptly, and you stumbled forward, turning to face him. His smirk was still there, but his eyes held a different intensity.

“The fun has only begun,” he thought, walking away and leaving you standing there, bewildered and shaken. Now that your secret was out, Max started seeing you differently. He began spending more time with you, sharing quiet walks along the tracks and watching sunsets together. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he turned to you with a shy smile. “Would you like to go out with me, Y/N? On a real date?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I’d love that, Max.”

To avoid unnecessary media attention, you decided to go to a bar, finding a quiet booth where you could talk in peace. As you settled into your seats, Max looked at you, his expression sincere. “I’m sorry for walking away so abruptly that day. I was surprised, and I didn’t handle it well.”

You smiled softly. “It’s okay, Max. I understand.”

Relief washed over his face, and he leaned in closer. Before you knew it, your lips met in a gentle kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. But little did you know, Lando had been watching you all along. He never drank but kept turning a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes dark with resentment. His attempt to expose you had backfired, and he hated that you got what you wanted.

After the date, you were on your way back to your hotel when you saw Lando in the lobby. You had been avoiding him, but there was nowhere to run now. He approached you with flowers in his hand. “For you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being such a dick. Let me make it up to you.”

You took the flowers, hoping to escape quickly, but Lando had different plans. He grabbed your face and kissed you, completely catching you off-guard. People in the lobby began to recognize both of you, and before you could react, he took your hand and rushed you to the elevator.

“What the hell was that?” you demanded, your voice a mixture of anger and confusion.

In the confined space of the elevator, Lando stepped closer, towering over you. “I told you, I don’t like Max taking you away.”

You looked up at him, searching for honesty in his eyes. “Do you really like me, Lando?”

His expression softened, and he nodded. “Ever since I laid eyes on you.”

Lando left after dropping you off at your room, but the damage was already done. By morning, pictures of the two of you in the hotel lobby were trending, igniting a frenzy among fans and the media. You woke up to a flurry of messages and missed calls, your heart sinking as you realized the implications.

Later that day, Max confronted you, his face a mask of hurt and confusion. “Y/N, what is this?” he asked, showing you the photos on his phone.

“It’s not what it looks like, Max. Lando just kissed me out of nowhere. I didn’t want it,” you explained, desperate for him to understand.

Max shook his head, his disappointment palpable. “I don’t know if I can trust you now. Maybe it’s best if we end things here.”

“Max, please—”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just can’t do this,” he said, turning and walking away, leaving you standing there with tears welling in your eyes.

Determined to confront Lando about his actions, you made your way to the paddock. As you approached, you overheard him talking to George, laughing about the plan he had concocted.

“I told you, George, it worked like a charm. Max is out of the picture,” Lando said, chuckling.

Anger flared within you, and you stepped forward. “So this was all a game to you?”

Lando turned, surprise briefly flashing across his face before he smirked. “Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.”

“You’re a real piece of work, Lando,” you spat, turning to leave.

But Lando followed you, grabbing your arm and pushing you into a dimly lit room nearby. Your heart pounded as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Your heart’s beating fast, Y/N. Fuck, marry, or kill? Lando, Lando, and Lando.”

You tried to calm down, but his proximity made it difficult. He brushed his thumb over your lips, his eyes dark and intense. “Kill you, asshole,” you said, breaking free and shoving him.

He caught your hands, his grip firm. “I told you, Y/N, never do that. Max is good, but what we have is so much fun. Don’t you think?” He smirked, his words dripping with mockery.

Your cheeks burned.

As you walked away from Lando, you called back over your shoulder, “Stay away from me, Lando.” 

Days passed, and the tension between you and Max eased somewhat. Max had discovered the truth about Lando’s antics. One evening, he approached you with a softened expression. “Y/N, I know what Lando did. I’m sorry for not believing you sooner.”

You looked at him, relief washing over you. “Thank you, Max. I never wanted things to be this complicated.”

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I forgive you, Y/N. But... I’ve noticed the way you look at Lando. There’s something there, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t deny it.

A few days later, you found yourself at the same bar where Lando had started the game that changed everything. Sitting alone at the bar, you spotted him, his expression unreadable. Gathering your courage, you walked up to him.

“Fuck, marry, or kill me?” you asked, your voice light but your heart pounding.

Lando turned around, a smile tugging at his lips. “Aren’t you being arrogant to think I’d want all three with you?”

You laughed, the tension between you easing. “Maybe,” you replied, stepping closer to him.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. “Maybe kiss you first.”

[deadlyflames]

Abigail + The Invitation with a Klonnie twist

Klaus successfully broke his curse in 1492 and, consequently, Hope was born much earlier.

She is the apple of her father’s eye and he does little to curb her temper nor to temper her bloodlust.

But all children, even the immortal ones, crave the love of a mother.

Xxx

Sorry Im late Klonnie fandom! This is part 1 of 3 parts that I have planned - spoilers for Abigail (kinda) if you havent seen it

xxx

Hope isn’t in her room. In fact, she isn’t anywhere in the compound.

Which means she is likely in the hunting house.

When Klaus arrives, he finds evidence of carnage throughout the decrepit house. He sighs in exasperation as he searches the grounds for his daughter.

He finds her in the library, drenched in blood from head to toe, matching the blood that coated the walls and floors.

It’s vampire blood. The blood of a newborn, and the stench of it permeates the room. He'd have to compel several humans to scrub down the entire library.

Whatever mischief his daughter was up to tonight, he was going to have a stern talk with her about playing with her food.

A young woman faces Hope with her back to Klaus. Much like his daughter, she is covered in blood. But he can hear her pounding heart.

A mortal woman.

Hope sees him before the woman notices his presence, and the soft expression on her face shifts.

“Father!”

The woman turns and stumbles back in shock when she sees him standing before her. Klaus examines her face and he can see she's a pretty thing beneath the gore that cakes her skin and clothes.

But there is something familiar about her features.

“Klaus.” Even though she whispers his name, he recognizes her voice.

He recognizes the fire that burns in those olive eyes, even as they are wide with fear.

This was the little Bennett witch that tried to kill him the last time he visited to Mystic Falls.

Seems Hope was playing her old games again. Bringing a few of his enemies to this house and hunting them down through the night for her entertainment.

In her attempt to back away from him, the Bennett witch slips in the pool of blood and falls to the ground.

A vicious grin curls at Klaus’ lips as he watches her try to scramble away.

”Not that same plucky teen witch anymore, are you?”

“Father, don’t!” Hope’s voice fades into the background as he advances on his prey. “You don't understand!”

”I can smell your fear.” The witch flinches as his fangs grow and his eyes darken.

“Please stop!” Hope yells, but he ignores her.

“I can taste it.” Klaus snaps his teeth and though the Bennett witch grimaces, her eyes begin to harden. If she needed to fight him for her life, no matter how tired she may be or how unlikely she was to succeed, she would.

Hope does not allow things to go any further and she quickly stands between him and the witch. “She saved my life!”

“Hope. Move.” His voice is low with warning. Despite his attention being on the Bennett witch, he was cross with his daughter. She never should have been putting herself at risk and playing these games with his enemies in the first place.

Hope does not falter and her face remains as hard and cold as stone. ”She was here when you weren’t.”

Klaus straightens. “I came when you needed me.”

Hope says nothing but she holds out her hand. When Klaus takes it, he sees the events that transpired. The scheme Hope concocted in order to get several former foes and annoyances into one place. And how things went awry when one of her intended victims, a siphoner, turned himself into a heretic. Half witch and half vampire. How Bonnie Bennett fought tooth and nail in order to kill the heretic and save Hope’s life.

Beneath it all, he feels his daughter’s pain. Her loneliness. Her desperate desire to be seen and heard and cared for by her father. The kindling of fondness she had developed for the clever and plucky Bennett witch.

And finally, she shares with him the secret wish she now has, hopeful for him to grant it.

As Klaus sifts through his daughter’s thoughts and emotions, the Bennett witch slowly stands from the floor with a wary look.

Hope releases her father’s hand with a pout, her eyes wide and shining.

“Can we, father?” she pleads.

Klaus sighs deeply. He never could refuse his daughter anything. Even after all these centuries.

“Very well.”

Klaus turns his attention to the witch (Bonnie. Her name was Bonnie) once more, and she stays resolute when their eyes lock.

She was only a teenager the last time he saw her. A pretty young girl, righteous and impulsive, who managed to harness the power of her ancestors and drive him out of her town. She has grown into a beautiful young woman now, hardened and weary, but that iron core of hers remains.

This witch nearly killed him half a decade ago, but she saved Hope’s life.

Bonnie does not flinch as he reaches for her, and he can't help but be impressed by her fortitude. Her bravery soon turns to confusion when the hybrid gently takes her hand and brings it to his lips. He savors the taste as he places his mouth against her bloodied knuckles. When he pulls away, his lips are stained crimson.

“You must be exhausted, love,” Klaus croons, and the softness of his voice seems to unnerve the witch much more than him flashing his fangs had. “There is a spare room you can use upstairs for the night. And a bath where you can clean yourself up. Hope will show you.”

Bonnie glances hesitantly between Hope and Klaus before she finally manages to find her voice. ”I-I actually think I should... probably go home.”

“I insist.” His tone leaves no room for argument and after everything that had happened to her in the last 24 hours, the young witch had no energy to fight him.

Klaus watches as Hope takes Bonnie's hand and leads her out of the library. She goes along numbly but turns to meet his eyes one last time before she is pulled out of the room.

[klonnieshippersclub]

Gifts of the Heart

Here's a little something for the holiday season. Gift-giving is Klaus' love language and Bonnie deserves to be spoiled. Hope you enjoy!

On Christmas Eve in Mystic Falls, delicate snowflakes danced softly through the chilly air, settling over the landscape like a whispering blanket of white that transformed everything into a picturesque winter wonderland. Inside the Bennett house, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the frost outside. Bonnie had envisioned a night of tranquility, a serene escape to recharge after a tumultuous year. The glow of the fireplace flickered gently, casting playful shadows on the walls, while the scent of pine mingled with a hint of cinnamon from the candles she had lit. Each ornament on the meticulously decorated tree shimmered with heartfelt memories, and the neatly wrapped presents, adorned with ribbons and bows, lay waiting for their unveiling.

Bonnie had no grand expectations for the evening—just a longing for peaceful solitude to savor the quiet joy of the holiday season. Little did she know that Klaus Mikaelson, the ever-elusive Original Hybrid, had other plans swirling in his mind, plans that would unsettle her cozy solitude. As Bonnie stepped outside for a quick errand, the crisp air nipped at her cheeks, and she hardly noticed the shadow lurking in the depths of the night. With careful stealth, Klaus slipped into her home, quiet as a whisper, determined to transform the space into something she’d never forget. 

When Bonnie returned home after a long day, she stepped through the front door and was instantly enveloped by an unexpected wave of tranquility. The familiar aromas of pine and warm cinnamon wafted through the air, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She paused, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes wandered around the living room, taking in the enchanting scene before her.

The Christmas tree stood majestically in the corner, its branches laden with an array of glimmering gold and silver ornaments that twinkled as the soft glow from the delicate real candles flickered gently. The fireplace crackled softly, its hearth adorned with a lush garland of fresh greenery, red berries, and tiny white lights that twinkled like stars, adding to the magical atmosphere. Bonnie realized at that moment that this splendid arrangement was Klaus’ handiwork, a side of him others never saw. She didn’t need to turn around to confirm her suspicions; she could sense him standing there.

Klaus lingered in the doorway, his usual confident demeanor tempered by a rare vulnerability. His eyes, typically filled with mischief and charm, now held an almost anxious glimmer as he offered her a small, tentative smile. 

"Merry Christmas, Bonnie," Klaus said, his voice lower than usual, almost hesitant. "I hope you don’t mind the surprise."

Bonnie, still in awe of the transformation, walked further into the room. "You did all this... for me?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I didn’t expect this. It’s... it’s beautiful."

Klaus shrugged, his gaze never leaving hers. "You deserve a night of peace, after everything you've given. I thought you might enjoy a moment to yourself, without the chaos of the world around you."

Bonnie’s heart swelled with emotion. It wasn’t just the decorations, though they were stunning. It was the sincerity in Klaus' words, the fact that he had thought of her in this way. For a man who usually operated on his own terms, who thrived on power and control, this was something new. Something intimate.

“Thank you,” Bonnie whispered, stepping toward him. The words felt too small to convey how much the gesture meant, but Klaus' gentle smile seemed to understand.

Without thinking, she reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, and their gazes locked. There was an electric pull between them, one that had always been there, unspoken, hidden beneath layers of both fear and desire. Klaus' hand moved to her cheek, his touch feather-light, as though unsure if she would pull away.

“I didn’t think you’d be so... kind,” she said softly, her voice shaking slightly from the emotions swirling inside her.

Klaus' smile deepened, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing his features. “There’s more to me than you realize, Bonnie.”

For a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. There was only Klaus, standing close, looking at her with an intensity that made her pulse race. Slowly, she closed the small distance between them, her heart beating louder with every step. Without thinking, she leaned up and kissed him—gentle at first, as if testing the waters.

Klaus responded almost immediately, his lips capturing hers with a tenderness that took her breath away. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and Bonnie melted into him, the warmth of his body against hers making everything else fade into the background. The kiss deepened, both of them giving in to the moment that had been building between them for so long. It wasn’t rushed, nor was it frantic—it was filled with emotion, with a quiet understanding of what they were to each other, even if neither of them fully understood it yet.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless. Klaus' forehead rested against hers, and Bonnie could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong.

“I didn’t expect this either,” Bonnie whispered, her voice full of surprise and warmth.

Klaus smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t think you’d want this. But I suppose... I’m not used to showing my affection. I’ve been holding back too long.”

Bonnie’s heart raced as she looked up at him. There was something raw in Klaus' eyes, something she hadn’t seen in him before—vulnerability, perhaps, or maybe just honesty. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They simply stood there, connected, the world outside forgotten.

Then Klaus took a small step back, reaching into the inside pocket of his coat. Bonnie watched, curious, as he produced a small velvet box. Her breath caught in her throat when he opened it to reveal a stunning gold talisman with a glowing emerald at its center. The talisman was delicate and intricate, and Bonnie could feel its weight in the air, the significance of the gift not lost on her.

“I thought this might be something... meaningful for you,” Klaus said, his voice almost shy. “It’s a symbol of protection, a reminder that you’re never truly alone.”

Bonnie stared at the talisman, feeling an unexpected rush of emotions. She had known Klaus for years, but she had never seen him this open, this genuine. The emerald seemed to glow under the soft light of the room, and Bonnie could feel the warmth of the gesture radiating from it.

“Klaus... it’s beautiful,” Bonnie said softly, her fingers lightly brushing over the gold. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” Klaus replied, his voice steady. “You’ve been a source of strength for so many of us. I wanted to give you something... something that could remind you of that strength. And my gratitude.”

Bonnie blinked, fighting the lump in her throat. She could feel the sincerity in his words, and something deep inside her stirred. She reached up, her hand brushing against his chest, and without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him again.

This kiss was different. It wasn’t soft or slow—it was full of emotion, a thank you, an acknowledgment of everything unsaid between them. Klaus' lips moved against hers, matching her intensity. His hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, and Bonnie’s heart raced with the sensation of him, the closeness they shared, the quiet understanding that had been building between them for so long.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Klaus rested his forehead against hers again. “Merry Christmas, Bonnie,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

“Merry Christmas, Klaus,” she replied, her voice full of warmth and tenderness.

At that moment, surrounded by the glow of the candles and the warmth of the fire, Bonnie knew that this Christmas Eve would be one neither of them would ever forget. Klaus had given her something beyond a simple gift—he had given her his affection, his trust, and a promise that whatever came next, they would face it together.

And with that, Bonnie held the talisman close to her heart, her fingers brushing the emerald stone as if feeling its magic and significance.

This Christmas was just the beginning.

[thebennettdiaries]

the oak king (iii)

(directly follows this drabble)

You are the one who brought me back.

She hears him. She registers his chosen words. But she cannot do anything more than to laugh. Loudly. Because it is absurd. Wholly. Entirely.

Bonnie Bennett would never raise Klaus Mikaelson from the dead.

If he is bothered by her reaction, he does not show it. Instead, he seems to stand there while she works through her emotions. His hands are clasped in front of him and his face is passive. It almost makes her wish to sink her nails into his cheeks.

So she can see him bleed (the final proof that he is truly alive).

Finally, she swallows back her voice, tempering it to something more conducive to the conversation they need to have. "It wasn't me," she tells him firmly. "I didn't do this." She will say it as many ways as she needs to. She has clean hands (strong hands that can bring him to his knees; she believes that now --- she has grown since he left, while all he did was rot).

Klaus finally tilts his head to the side, his smile soft --- the kind you give a child after they have spent themselves on an unnecessary temper tantrum. "Denial," he quips. "Predictable, but a waste of time. I cannot tell you a lot about death, Bonnie. I suspect that you know more of it than I..."

Her mouth tightens but she does not rise to the occasion. The power she has pulled from the water is simmering beneath her skin. When she finally sets it free she wants it to count. To hurt. It is not just the vicious accusation that she would free the man who was responsible for so much pain (both to her and her friends) --- it is a culmination of everything. Of how he has lorded over her. Teased her. Cut into her in so many ways. She is not the same witch and he will learn that the hard way.

"...but I can tell you that there was nothing," he continues. "Endless nothing. I did realize this, of course. I was dead after all. But then suddenly, there was something. A light. A presence. It reached through the darkness and wrapped its hands around me. I could feel the warmth. I could feel the power." He pauses, and his voice has taken on a reverent tone. He looks to her now. "It was you."

"You're insane," Bonnie counters, her voice sharp where his is soft. "I would never..."

Klaus shrugs his shoulders. "Deny it if you like. I know what I felt. I know you. The feel of your magic. This is hardly the first time I have tasted it."

Bonnie breathes deeply, her brows knitting together. Something in his words snaps through her anger and brings the practical side of her to the surface. She throws her shoulders back with renewed purpose and stalks forward, now toe to toe with him. Her head rises so she can look him in the eyes. He looks a little confused now. No doubt, he had expected her to keep her distance. She would have preferred it as well.

But she has to know...

Summoning her magic, Bonnie's hand moves to press against his chest. She feels his muscles tense and reminds herself if she does this she might lose her upper hand. She tells herself the fact that he has not lashed out yet means he may be a good boy (for once).

There is magic in him, of course. Bonnie can feel it beneath her fingertips as they splay over his heart. Esther's spell, the one that created him. The remnants of the curse that bound the wolf in him --- faint but still there. He has had centuries to accrue all kinds of power, very little of it his. But she doesn't care about the mixture. She is looking for one signature in particular.

And when she finds it (like calling to like), her hand jerks away and her eyes widen. A gasp is caught in her throat and she looks to him, confirming his accusation without a single word.

It is her magic in him --- the spell that brought him back came from her.

Bonnie's mind races, going over possibilities. Then she is turning on her heel and moving toward her meager belongings. She is stuffing them into her backpack before he springs into action.

"What are you doing, little witch?" Klaus demands, sounding almost disappointed that he did not get to gloat at being right.

She looks back to him, her anger surfacing. She is the reason he will be able to continue his path of destruction. "It might be my magic," she tells him, zipping up her bag. "But it is not my choice. Someone has used me --- and I am not going to sit around waiting for them to tell me who. Or why." She heads for the door, and then stops short. She sighs in frustration before turning towards Klaus. She feels responsible for him --- and for anything he might do.

"And you're coming with me."

Surprisingly, he doesn't argue.

[icyg4l]

PAC: How Can I Be More Connected to My Community? (LGBTQ+ EDITION)

Hello all! In this week’s edition of the Women’s History Month tarot series, I have decided to add a more specifically inclusive topic to this series. I will be reading on how you can develop more connections with women in your community. 🫶 Using my LGBTQ+ tarot deck, I will get to the bottom of this. Without further ado, pick your pile.

***Disclaimer: The purpose of this reading is to help women/femmes connect with other women/femmes! Much love. 🫶

Left-to-Right (1-6):

Pile One: Pile One, I feel like you have some issues with women in general. This is what a sociologist would call internalized misogyny. Every woman goes through this at some point but I am picking up on bisexual femme/*general* lesbian energy. This is what is keeping you from being in close company with other women. How are you going to be distrusting of women if this is what you are trying to attract? Whether romantically or platonically, I feel like you need to open up your world a bit. I feel like you can be particularly distrusting of women who mirror your energy, which is ironic. There is some shadow work that must be done for self-forgiveness. You have not forgiven yourself for something that could have happened at work or school? Some type of situationship perhaps. Or maybe you have the tendency to get into crash-and-burn type of relationships, which explains your lack of trust. Learn how to take things easy and slowly; lean into those gut feelings. The type of women you will attract in your circle/community will be women that aren’t afraid to apologize and take accountability. You need people around you that are going to be there for you when you fall. I get the feeling that the people attracted to this are people who are on medication. A bonus tip: Take your medication please! (this is coming from someone who has to do so as well). You need to be around people that will ground you and make sure that you aren’t too imbalanced. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Fuck fear.”

“You are going through some tough shit.”

“You need a good fucking cry.”

“You need some fucking yoga in your life.”

Cards Used: The Star (RX), Knight of Wands, The World, Four of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, Temperance, Ten of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, The High Priestess, The Empress, Two of Wands, Five of Swords and Nine of Pentacles (RX).

extras: mommy issues. being the wild card. “gone with the wind.” melanie martinez. aries. bryson tiller. makeup forever. yo perreo sola by bad bunny. rue bennett. BPD. card games. playful energy. “likewise.” roaches/blunts. twitter fingers. snapbacks. jordan dunks. cheeky underwear.

Pile Two: Pile Two, your message is similar to Pile One’s. I feel you need to stop being so male-centered or heteronormative. You could be agender but have a partner who falls into the binary, and this make you feel conflicted on what gender roles you should take on. You could be a lesbian who looks for a specific woman to play the “man” or the “woman” in the relationship. You could be a transwoman who is hyperfixated on not being clocked. You could identify as bisexual but have a cishet partner, and because of this, you feel fraudulent. If you fit into any of these categories, I feel like the main thing you need to know is you shouldn’t beat yourself up for being bold enough to express yourself the way you want to. You should, however, examine the relationship that you have with men/masculine. Whether you like it or not, you’re holding yourself to a standard that a man created and therefore, you are playing into misogyny. You are defying the odds in some way, shape or form and it has been done for years. Stop putting the people who oppress you on a pedestal. I feel like you’ve been around too many straight/cis-heterosexual people or internalize their ideas. The first step is to grieve your old self. You need to step into the version of yourself that is forward-thinking and pioneering. This can be a lonely road to take but it’s going to help you get to the people that you seek. You’re supposed to be around people who protest; strong, independent thinkers who do not take no for an answer. Reintroduce yourself to the world, Pile Two and great people will await you. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“You got a feeling you just can’t shake.”

“It’s dark and you can’t see a fucking thing.”

“Get over yourself. Pull your shit together.”

You need a good fucking cry.”

“Put the fucking phone down”

Cards Used: Eight of Swords, Four of Swords, Nine of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, Four of Wands (RX), King of Wands (RX), Ten of Pentacles, Queen of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Queen of Wands, Four of Cups, Five of Cups, Ace of Wands.

extras: but i’m a cheerleader. “Dani”. can’t back down by camp rock cast. leather boots. lots of rings. chunky highlights. recently got a car wash. need for pampering. long legs. stylish. fringe. long eyelashes. brimmed coats. new york. miami. LA. colored eyes. flashy jewelry. the color gold. pigs.

Pile Three: Pile Three, you honestly could just keep doing you. I feel like people are naturally drawn to you. Your energy reminds me of my friend who is friends with other gay women and she’s so likable. You could honestly vibe with anyone. You could fall in any LGBTQ category, but you have a big heart. I’m not going to lie though, Pile Three, you can come on too hard with some people; especially those who are on the shy side. So, calm it downnnn just a bit. People appreciate your community organizing efforts though. I feel like you’re known in your local community just for being friendly, helpful and wanting better for the LGBTQ+ community. This is something you take pride in. I feel like something that you can do to attract more LGBTQ+ women in your life is to actually do the opposite of Pile One. I feel like you tend to draw in all types of people, so you have the tendency to be disappointed by people’s actions. Be more protective of your energy and you’ll attract more community members like yourself. People who have ideas that are as big as yours. People who want to change the world. People who want to leave behind old traditions. People who have dreams that they actively pursue. Your energy is just so precious and bright, Pile Three. You really need to be careful. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Stop talking.”

“It’s dark and you can’t see a fucking thing”

“Rebel”

Cards Used: Knight of Swords, Justice (RX), King of Wands, The Moon, Page of Pentacles, Four of Cups (RX), The Star, Seven of Wands, Three of Swords, Page of Swords, The Hermit, King of Pentacles, Three of Cups, The Sun, Eight of Cups, The Hanged Man, Page of Cups.

extras: stripes. fruit lover. small hoops. glasses. checklist. virgos. the color blue. mondays. morning people. cash register. mom friend. goofball. nice smile. shoulder length hair. bright pajamas. trans right advocate.

Pile Four: Pile Four, you’re like really smart and confident. This could rub people the wrong way though. I feel like your energy is only for certain people, you’re not everyone’s cup of tea. I think that you were probably born in the wrong state or town. You probably are the only queer/trans person in town when you’re supposed to be in a place like Dallas, California or Atlanta. Relocation is the move for you definitely. I get this sense that you’re the token gay friend. The energy feels awkward. I feel like where you’re right now is for school and you’re just trying to stick it out for now. But if you are able to move, please do so. If you cannot though, the steps that you need to take toward having more community is pushing past the people that you encounter on a daily basis. You aren’t looking hard enough for your types of people. You keep circling the same places instead of trying out that new activity. The old fashioned way of seeking community is out! Perhaps, you should download Tinder or actually go to that event at school. If all else fails, you should start a club for LGBTQ+ students and see who shows up. You will know that you’ve found your people by looking outside the box; the outcasts; the quiet people; the loners. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Laugh”

“Eat your fucking vegetables”

“Rebel”

Cards Used: Strength, Eight of Cups (RX), King of Cups, Two of Swords, Six of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Seven of Swords, Eight of Pentacles, Four of Cups, Justice, Seven of Pentacles, The High Priestess, The Lovers (RX), The Emperor.

extras: scorpio energy. pasta and lobster. aquarius. rap music. banana. artsy. theater kid. biracial. young thug. “cordial.” patience is key. “get lost.” bree runway.

Pile Five: Pile Five, you’re quite the mysterious one, aren’t you? Your energy feels so discreet. I feel like you’ve done the work to be perceived as more approachable but you still feel a little empty. I think you need to take a vacation. You work so hard, maybe a little too hard. This will be where you find your *gay* people. The feeling of being burned out comes to mind. It feels like you’re a loner. Maybe you’re Pile Four’s type of people lol. You need to be refreshed. I think you actually need to go outside. Soak in the sun, go to the beach, the park, somewhere outdoors. It feels like you don’t have people around you. You’re isolated. You stay to yourself but doesn’t that get lonely, Pile Five? I would also say consider making long distance friends or internet friends who are a part of the LGBTQ+ community in order to combat this loneliness. I also would say that you need to put in more effort to maintain these friendships as well. The types of people that you will be attracting are the genuine friendships where you go bar hopping with them. You need people around who are going to keep you light on your feet and entertain you with the latest news about how Gay #1 is secretly in love with Bisexual #2. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Take a fucking trip”

“You are talented and fucking amazing”

“Shit is going down with your job”

Cards Used: Six of Swords, The Empress, The Magician, The Hanged Man, Judgment, Queen of Wands, Justice, The World, The Star, Death, Ace of Swords, Three of Cups, King of Swords, Two of Swords.

extras: “quiet as a church mouse.” purple. wigs. red nails. “you’re so dry.” day-by-day. bad at texting. celebrity gossip. spirituality. meditation.

Pile Six: Pile Six, you’re so scandalous lmao. I don’t want to be the one to say this but you need to stop sleeping and/or flirting with women’s partners. It scares off potential friends and it causes people to not trust you. Another thing you need to stop doing is kissing your friends. You need to draw some lines between platonic and romantic relationships. And if you are polyamorous, your favorites are starting to show; show love equally or expect a mess to blow up in your face. You need to expand outward, Pile Six. I know people are making a spectacle of your love life and you don’t understand why but remember this: Every habit that you have is connected to how you treat others. People take notice of this. You moved like you’re in a small room, dear. You need to expand! Expand your circle of lovers; stop messing with people in the smalltown that you’re in when you should be with someone in the city. Instead of taking offense to other people’s words, you should be doing some self-introspection. Why do you do the things that you do? Is it for attention? Out of boredom? Out of desperation? For revenge? You should take up a hobby and find a new passion. This may be where you find your people. I think that being around people who are older/more mature than you would benefit you. You need to be around a community of people who are mothers/act like mothers. They have stories to tell and you will gain knowledge from them. You will feel understood. They won’t judge you ‘cause they’ve been there. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“You are going through some tough shit”

“You = Tight ass”

“Fuck fear”

“They broke your heart”

Cards Used: Temperance (RX), Judgment (RX), The Magician, The Star, Queen of Wands, Five of Cups, Nine of Swords, Four of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles, Three of Wands, Page of Swords (RX), The Messenger (Hierophant), Eight of Pentacles, Knight of Wands (RX).

extras: pisces. cuticles. cucumbers. questioning. dominance. foreplay. sexual education. “you clean up nice.” fake drunk. long dresses. cocoa brown complexion.

[nightingale2004]

The originals next generation: Klaroline version

Adreena Rebekah Forbes Mikaelson

Faceclaim: Lili Reinhart

Adreena is the first daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes

She is the older half-sister of the Saltzman twins, and Hope Mikaelson

Everyone calls her Audrey or Reena for short

She is the oldest amongst her siblings and takes after her mother, but when enemies come after her family, her father's darkside shows completely

She is a werewolf vampire hybrid like her father but prefers her vampire side over her werewolf side

Her wolf form is golden dirty blonde fur when she transforms into her wolf form

She makes sure to keep her temper in check 24/7

She attempts to keep her family in line (it's very difficult)

Like her mom, she is a bit of a control freak and perfectionist

She is Aunt Rebekah's favorite, and they both have a love of fashion

Audrey is extremely overprotective of her family and loves her family very much

Audrey loves Hope, and the Saltzman twins

She helps out at the Salvatore boarding school

Believe it or not, she was conceived during the forest incident between Klaus and Caroline

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Cornelius Finn Forbes Mikaelson

Faceclaim: Rudy Pankow

Cornelius is the second child of Caroline and Klaus

Like his sister, he is also a hybrid, but he prefers his werewolf side

He takes after Klaus due to his temper, lack patience, and love for a good fight

He also takes after his uncle Kol by being the mischievous, sarcastic troublemaker in the family, along with being the most playful and unserious among his family

His wolf form is golden blonde fur that is lighter than Audrey's

Loves Madi Gras and walks through the streets of New Orleans

Has a love for jazz, rock, and country music

He loves making his family smile and turning their frowns upside down

Can secretly juggle

Can't dance to save his life, but that doesn't stop him from hitting the dance floor

Is not afraid to embarrass himself in public

He's normally never serious, so when the situation calls for to be serious, he's completely unrecognizable .

He is extremely intelligent but doesn't show it a lot

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Henrik Elijah Forbes Mikaelson

Faceclaim: Jace Norman

Henrik is the second son and third child of Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes

Henrik is named after Klaus's younger late brother Henrik

He is the middle child, and surprisingly enough, for everyone, he was born a tribrid like Hope (the witch genes from Klaus's mother snuck in)

He is a year younger than Hope and tries to keep all three parts of himself in check

He spends time with his aunt Freya and Davina and Uncle Kol a lot since they have a lot of knowledge about the witch side of their family

He loves his family and his siblings

Like Hope, he also feels a bit different, but he also knows his family will be there for him no matter what

He is pretty serious and is the strategist in the family. He plans the alliances and makes sure that when his cousins and siblings take over, they don't make any more enemies than they already inherited from their parents

He also gets along well with the Saltzman twins and loves geeking out on magic with them and the Bennett sisters

His wolf fur is dirty blonde and darker than both his older brother and sister

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Clara Evelyn Forbes Mikaelson

Faceclaim: Emma Myers

Clara is the youngest child of Klaus and Caroline

She is also a werewolf vampire hybrid

Everyone calls her the baby wolf of the family

Like her older brother Cornelius, she likes seeing her family happy

She easily makes friends and is very social

She also knows all the drama that's happening in Salvatore boarding school and in New Orleans (she makes sure her family updates her daily)

She can easily get away with anything, and Klaus is weak with her

She is master of blackmail and negotiating

Like her father, she has an artistic soul and likes to paint with Hope a lot (sister sister time yay 😊 )

Despite being the youngest, she can be very intimidating since she takes after both her parents but has her mother's intelligence and nose for drama

Her wolf form is platinum blonde, almost white

[dandylion240]

Atlas jumped the last several steps on his way down to the kitchen for breakfast. His smile faded when he caught the serious, almost grim expressions on his parents’ faces. His eyes fell on some open letters on the counter with the recognizable logos of his university. “Uh,” he stammered unsure what he should say.

Lifting the letter “what’s the meaning of this?” 

Atlas shrugged “isn’t it self explanatory?” He took a step back as he was buffeted by his parents disapproval. 

“You’re barely passing your classes,” Temperance crossed her arms giving her son a stern glare “how do you think you’re going to tutor someone when you can barely do your own work?”

“I’ll get extra credit,” Atlas mumbled, finding his feet more comfortable to look at than the disappointment in his parents eyes. 

“You need to focus on your studies,” Will said “or you’ll never become a good doctor.”

Atlas looked up, pressing his lips together to keep from saying he didn’t want to be a doctor. He didn’t want to be knee deep in blood or make life and death decisions. He pried his lips apart “I …” 

“We know how much you want to join the family practice,” Temperance said, “but you have to do your part.”

“I know,” he said, his words almost a plea.

Waving the letter “then you’ll call the university and decline this tutorship,” Will said.

Shaking his head “I can’t do that.”

“And why not,” Temperance demanded.

“Because I gave them my word,” Atlas said, digging his toes in. He could get out of his commitment but he had reasons why he wanted to do it. Reasons he wasn’t ready to share with his parents yet. 

Will put a gentle hand on his wife’s shoulder before she could say anything. “If it means that much to you then do it. However if your grades start falling you will stop tutoring.” He stared at his son a moment before adding “understood?”

“I’m not a child,” Atlas mumbled but under his parents stern gaze he nodded “understood.”

“Good,” Will nodded, giving his head a little shake when Temperance appeared to want to add something.

Ivy chose that moment to join them in the kitchen. “Hey look, I made it on the Dean’s list,” she grinned at the notice she received. Looking around the room at the serious faces of her parents and the rather anxious face of her brother. “Oh I get it, Atlas didn’t make it.”

“No he didn’t,” Temperance said with a little sigh.

“What’s the big deal?” Ivy asked, “he didn’t make it last time either.”

“We know,” Will said as he filled his coffee cup.

“What did you do?” she demanded of her brother.

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

“You must have done something,” she prompted.

“Fine,” he waved towards the open letter “I signed up as a tutor.”

“You,” she choked.

Frowning, “yeah me.”

“But you barely pass your own classes,” she tried not to smirk but she couldn’t help it. 

“Go ahead and laugh,” he grumbled “everyone else is.”

“We’re definitely not laughing,” his mother said over her shoulder. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled, deciding he’d rather starve than endure his sister’s gloating or his parent’s disappointment a moment longer.

Ivy watched her brother leave with a smug expression. “I don’t see why Atlas has such a hard time. It’s not like he dates or has any friends. It should be easy for him to get good grades.”

“Ivy” Temperance admonished “that’s enough. Not everyone can be on the Dean’s List.”

“Well don’t blame me if we get sued for malpractice,” Ivy said, shoving a freshly baked muffin in her mouth.

“We have every confidence in your brother,” Will said from behind his newspaper.

“I’m just say’in,” Ivy shrugged, grabbing her keys.

“Before you go,” Temperance called after her daughter “will you do me a favor?”

Rolling her eyes “I guess.”

“Will you take these fliers over to the mayor’s house?” she asked, pointing towards the stack of fliers on the counter. “I would but I’m due for surgery in an hour…”

“Mom,” Ivy protested, “I’ll be for the hours.”

“Thank you sweetie,” Temperance said, over her coffee cup.

“Fine,” Ivy stomped back to the kitchen and swooped up the fliers “but you owe me.”

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[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty: Black OPS OC - Koa Nikau

A Māori man who was from New Zealand. Who has a terrible past that he regrets having and wishing to change it back. The Captain of the New Zealand Army and is one of the STRONGEST and the BESTEST soldiers that the army could ever have. And that’s when the CIA had dropped the call to his General. Asking for some assistance.

GENERAL:

🔪 Name: Koa Nikau

🔪 Alias(es): 

Koa

Nikau

Hunter

Captain Nikau

Captain Hunter

🔪 Gender: Male

🔪 Age: 47 (in 1981)

🔪 Birthday: July 31st, 1934

🔪 Nationality: New Zealander

🔪 Place of Birth: Queenstown, New Zealand

🔪 Home: Queenstown, New Zealand

🔪 Spoken Languages: Māori and English

🔪 Sexuality: Heterosexual

🔪 Occupation: 

Captain of the New Zealand Army (Formerly)

Combat Specialist

Combat Engineering

APPEARANCE:

🔪 Eye Color: Dark Brown

🔪 Hair Color: Black

🔪 Height: 6’3”/190 cm

🔪 Scars: 

Bullet Wounds: Behind the left thigh and right collarbone

Scars: On his right palm of his hand, stabbing wound on his left and right hips, and some small scars on his back

🔪 Face Claim: Manu Bennett

AFFILIATIONS:

New Zealand Army:

General Aata Akahata

Colonel Tāne Arapeta

Lieutenant Rui Hehu

Sergeant Haimona Eruera

The Safehouse:

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Russell Adler

Helen Parker

Lawrence Sims

Lazar Azoulay

Aleksandra “Aleks” Clarke R. (@alypink )

Bell

Australian Secret Intelligence Service:

Craig Alan Jones (@kaitaiga )

Others:

Charles Moore (@deeptrashwitch )

Abby Mason ( @revnah1406 )

FAVORITES:

🔪 Color: Silver

🔪 Food: Crayfish and Seafood.

🔪 Drink: Black and Bell Tea

🔪 Flower: None

🔪 Hairstyle: Leave it as it is.

PERSONALITY:

🔪 Myers Briggs Type: ISTJ Koa had loads of responsibility knowing that he is the Captain. So he volunteers to assist the new rookies that joined in the army. By teaching them Combat Skills or doing some craftings or even teaching them about vehicles. A very hardworking man.

🔪 Decision Maker: Since Koa has been in the army for a while. He usually makes mistakes when he first joins in but after a few years later. He had learned from those mistakes and made BETTER choices! So his judgment on deciding had improved and had always made good ones!

🔪 Protective: He’s quite protective with someone who he’d cared for. With his friends, his team and (maybe in the future) his family. For he had experienced something in the past that he wishes he should’ve done. And after that experience, he is MORE aware of everyone. To see if they are hurt or seeing someone who looked down or saw someone who needed help. And if he saw ANYONE trying to hurt someone else. He would walk over and give them that protective look as he gave them ONE warning. There is no SECOND.

🔪 Sincere: Koa is very honest and true. Lying is not an option for him. But there are limits that he will tell you the truth about himself. Afraid of what you will think of him after knowing about his past.

NEGATIVE:

🔪 Quick-Tempered: Even though Koa had learned many things about his mistakes. But there is ONE thing that he couldn’t get rid of. Is his TEMPER. But his temper now is not as violent as he was from the past. He is still learning how to cope with it but if you ever tried to push FURTHER with him. He won’t hold back unless someone ELSE has to stop him.

Skills and Abilities:

🔪 Fighting Style: Boxing and Kickboxing 

🔪 Weapons: MARS-L Rifle

🔪 Distinct Weapon: Browning High-Power, Carving Knife and Combat Tactical Knife

🔪 Special Skills:

Good Hunting Skills

Can do carpentering

Expert on Engineering

FAMILY:

Unnamed Father (Father, Deceased)

Unnamed Mother (Mother, Deceased)

Unnamed Uncle (Uncle, Father’s Brother, Deceased)

Unnamed Father-in-Law (Father-in-Law, Aroha's Father, Deceased)

Unnamed Mother-in-Law (Mother-in-Law, Aroha's Mother, Deceased)

Unnamed Brother-in-law (Brother-in-Law, Aroha's Older Brother, Alive)

Aroha Arehe Nikau (Use to be Ex-Wife and is now the Wife, Alive)

Hana Nikau (Eldest Daughter, Deceased)

Kai Nikau (Son, Alive)

Ari Nikau (Youngest Son, Alive)

Unnamed Grandson (Kai’s son, Alive)

Unnamed Grandson (Ari’s son, Alive)

Tama Koa Nikau (Great-Grandson, Kai’s side, Alive)

Maia Aroha Nikau (Great-Grandaughter, Ari’s side, Alive)

Akiro Nikau (Great-Grandson, Ari’s side, Alive)

Pets:

Pono (His Dog, Alive)

Shelby (His Snail, Alive)

TRIVIA:

🔪 His temper started when his father went out to war and had NEVER come back. He thought that his father chose work over his own family. And that makes him angry so much that it causes an argument with his mother. Who was DEFENDING her husband. So he ran away at the age of 15.

🔪 Koa never dated another woman after that divorce he took. He wanted to but yet, he had a feeling for that ONE specific lady that he wished to get back to. And doesn’t know if she’ll take HIM back.

🔪 He is the CHAMPION of arm wrestling. No one in the base could beat him! (Unless you tired him out. Lol.)

🔪 He use to drink LOTS of alcohol when he was married AND after getting a divorced. But ever since he joined the army and after his Colonel had helped him out. He drinks tea. Still drinks alcohol but not much as he use to.

🔪 Koa is an excellent hunter. Knows how to be stealthy and knows when to strike. His Uncle taught him every weekend.

Background Story:

(WARNING: Might mention about Abused and Suicide)

Koa was born and raised in Queenstown, New Zealand. On July 31st, 1934. He was his parents' pride and joy ever since he came into this world.

Around 1939, his father had left to join the army. Fending off the Nazi Germany with the United Kingdom. He was 5-years-old. Leaving his mother and him behind. 

And when Koa had turned 15-years-old. He kept questioning his mother very impatiently about when his own father would come back. Of course, he’s out there trying to protect their home. But Koa sounded pretty selfish enough that he thinks his own father wouldn’t even CARE in the world for his own family. His mother tried to reassure and reason with her son but because of his selfishness. He fled away from home. Not even looking back which hurts his mother’s aching heart. He fled from Queenstown, using his birthday money, to another place to stay. It’s still in the same town but he lived FAR away from where he used to live.

During that same year he ran away. He already got a decent part time job as an assistant in a mechanic shop. Surprisingly it was his Uncle (his dad’s brother) who owns the garage shop. He already told him about him running and he begged him to let him stay. Which the Uncle finally gave in and let him work for him. And had taught Koa as much as he could for him to stay home for homeschool lessons. Which he did pretty ok. And his Uncle would always take him hunting every weekend. That is their way of taking breaks. And when Koa was ABOUT to turn 16 the next year. His Uncle sadly passed away from illness and it really upset him that he has to lose another member of his family.

So after a few months, Koa is still working at the shop and that was when he met a woman who brought in a car with her older brother. He suddenly fell in love at first sight. And surprisingly so does she. The two often see each other from time to time and he found out that her name is Aroha, meaning “Love” in Māori. And Koa had decided to have the courage to ask her out. Which she gladly accepted but not her father. Her father had told Koa to never see his daughter again. He even gave him so much money for him to do so. But Koa didn’t. And so, he told Aroha to run away with him. He’ll leave his job to get a new one so they can live somewhere else. She hesitated at first but trusted him as the two already ran off without her family knowing. They have moved into Frankton. And decided to get married once they settle in.

Which they didn’t yet because of bylaws with the age. Koa was still 16 and Aroha was only 14. So they decided to wait until they’re old enough to get married. Koa was having a hard time to find a job that has good money in order for them to survive. But it’s even much harder when Aroha found out that she was pregnant. So Koa has to find a job FAST. And good thing that there were mechanic shops around. Since his past experience of working with his Uncle’s shop. He got hired as a mechanic and got paid pretty well. And started to take care of his family.

In July 1955, Koa and Aroha had finally gotten married LEGALLY in a court. With their two children besides them. The daughter is named Hana (5-years-old) and their baby son is named Kai (3-years-old). They have finally had their happy ending.

Until 1960, Aroha had gotten news that she’s having another baby. Which Koa was getting annoyed of and seeing their tight budget. So the most unusual words that he told his wife is to get RID of the third one. Which Aroha didn’t. And that’s when things got a bit violence from him. Koa had already been slapping Aroha across the face many times and was about to get rid of it himself. Until he finally gave in when his wife had begged him to let their unborn child live. So he did but it’s on HER now.

Ever since their third child was born, Koa has been going out with his coworkers. Drinking, hanging out and coming home late. Which really upsets Aroha. So once she confronted him, he was getting pissed off at her and yelling at her that it was HER fault. Arguing with her leads to violence. By being beat up and hitting her right in front of her two kids and the baby.

So they’ve been dealing with his anger issues for 5 years and it’s not getting any better. Almost every time he went out for drinks with his friends. He will always come back home in a VERY bad mood. So his wife and his children stay quiet. He even brought his friends into his own home. Without even thinking. Aroha was very uncomfortable at this because their kids were around but she can’t argue with him. Afraid that he might beat her up again.

That same year, Koa had come back home after drinking with his friend that night. And he suddenly heard his wife screaming. Instead of being annoyed by that scream. He suddenly felt his heart was racing. As if he felt something was wrong. So he ran through the house and went into the backyard where he heard his wife scream. And then froze at where he was standing. Saw his daughter had hung herself on the tree with the rope around her neck. His heart ached as he cried when he realized what he had done. She died at the age of 15. And that’s when Aroha had enough as she demanded a divorce with him. And she’s taking their two sons with her. He didn’t argue and just signed it before watching his family pack up and left.

Still the same year, Koa was still being a miserable man as he always was. Drinking so much, fighting in the bar and getting kicked out. Being jobless as well. He was so hopeless and was still living in the same old house where him and his family lived. He was just being drunk until he heard the door knocking. And when he got to the door, he saw a man in a uniform. A uniform he’s wearing for the army. Koa was confused as to why this man was here. This soldier introduced himself as Lieutenant Tāne Arapeta of the New Zealand Army. He wanted to recruit Koa to join the fight against Vietnam. His answer was obviously a NO. But when he heard this man mention his father. He found out that his father was a good friend of his back in the war where he went to. The two sat down and talked about it. Koa has been told the reason why his father hadn’t come back home was because he already passed during it. And he was trying to find his family to tell them the news but disappointingly he didn’t find them. Until one his father’s relatives had told him that they heard he already fled further down in town and it took a while for him to find Koa. And now here they are. Tāne had been telling him about his father being a great soldier. And he wished to come back home to meet the two of them again but…sometimes life wasn’t always so great to get what you wanted.

After some thoughts, Koa decided to join the army with the Lieutenant. And through some training after a few months. Koa has been chosen by Tāne to take his team of the SAS. To assist the Australian SAS Squadron at Nui Dat in 1966. That is how he met Craig (@kaitaiga OC) who is in charge of his own team. But only for a while when Craig had told him that he’s off to assist someone important which he can’t tell him because it’s classified. Koa understands and wishes him luck while he continues leading his men to fight and assist.

Until 1971, that is the year of the ending of the Vietnam War. Which means, Koa can go back to New Zealand. And he thinks that would be a great time to see his mother. But…he had found out that his mother had passed away a long time ago. Which pained his heart. And decided to live in his mother’s old house.

COLD WAR

A bit fast forward to 1981.

Koa had been serving in the New Zealand Army for a LONG time. And he had led his team to great victory through countless battles. Which led him to be the Captain of the NZ Army. And that’s when he caught the attention of the CIA.

Tāne, who is a Colonel now, had informed Koa that their General received a call from the US states. Asking for his assistance. Which is a surprise for him that someone from the US actually called a simple Māori man to help out. So he agreed to do this task and immediately left.

And joined in to meet the team in the safehouse.

Arthur's Note: Just to let you guys know. I made Koa's backstory as the inspiration from that movie that I've watched long time ago. Which it is called "Once Were Warriors". That's why I put it here in his story. It was very emotional and understanding about family and trying to learn to gain love again. And the only way to do that is that you need to change. And it's an ACTUAL Maori movies. But I don't know if that's an ACTUAL title since that was long time ago. It was sad... ANYWAY, hope you guys like Koa! (And don't worry, he's changing!)

And now to tag some of the Black Ops mutual. To let them know that I have updated my man's profile. Lol.

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Bennett's hypselodoris (hypselodoris bennetti)

[sillyandsensibleheart]

Netherfield Park was full of ghosts—or so it was to Fitzwilliam Darcy.

The same ivy curled over red brick, the same wide, wood-paneled corridors stretched before him—yet nothing was the same. Not for him. Every room held an absence visible only to his eyes. The places she had been were now merely the spaces where she was not. Her absence had taken on a presence of its own. As he moved through the house, his gaze lingered on the spaces she did not occupy. And she was there—if only for him.

The long trek to Hertfordshire had been unpleasantly warm, and his own apprehension about the trip had made him short-tempered and irritable. When he arrived late in the afternoon, he was greeted by an effusive Bingley, whose good cheer grated on him like a boot-heel on a blister. His temper was much the same on this humid May afternoon as it had been in the autumn.

Bingley, of course, was in high spirits, his joy unmistakable on the eve of his wedding. But for Darcy, Hertfordshire held no such promise. It was a quagmire of missteps and regrets, a place where pride had crumbled and certainty had failed him. It was the beginning of his own, well deserved, end.

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Excerpt from Letters from Hertfordshire, chapter 19 (upcoming)

Catch up with this story here:

Summary:

After accidentally overhearing a conversation between Elizabeth Bennet and Charolette Lucas at the Netherfield ball, Darcy is forced to admit that he has made an embarrassing misjudgment. Elizabeth Bennet detests him. The trouble is, she might be the very person he needs most to help his sister out of her depression. Darcy must overcome his pride to ask a woman who does not even LIKE him to befriend his lonely sister, while Elizabeth must open her heart to a young woman in need.

Darcy and Elizabeth learn to know each other in broken pieces through letters sent to a mutually beloved girl.

Elizabeth Bennett and Georgiana Darcy become 'pen pals'.

[loriache]

Laishuro is like. It is absolutely just true that laios is into him. And toshiro absolutely admires laios despite finding him frustrating and difficult but I just dont know under what circumstances he wld reciprocate... the circumstances make any kind of "Relationship " difficult since obviously laios can't actually go east and marry toshiro no matter how much he wants to... immediately post canon I feel like toshiro would feel like his interest switching to laios would be disrespectful to falin. But after that, maybe a few years down the line he comes to stay for a diplomatic visit... seeing laios bloom as a leader (something he's always been taught to value), with both their social skills having been tempered by time and maturity... I think toshiro is kinda Elizabeth Bennett core in that seeing the merits of how laios treats people under his power would hugely compel him. And seeing how laios still absolutely lights up to see him, even after all that time. I think he'd find it flattering. so they maybe have a fling... and then their letters, which from laios' end were already Incredibly Borderline Inappropriately Intimate get even more so. The historian who gets their hands on them definitely has a field day

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I would love to punch Ettore.

Offer Billy Washington a job.

Torment Aemond until he loses his temper.

And tease Tom Bennett.

I would...

Get Ettore the professional help he very clearly needs - I don't think he is beyond redemption.

Offer to help Billy Washington update his CV, and encourage him to speak more enthusiastically about his skills, coach him through interview tips and help him to look for jobs. Also therapy would be a good idea.

Reassure Aemond that he is enough and doesn't need to prove himself to earn his family's love, and encourage him to speak with a professional about his feelings.

Tell Tom Bennett people are proud of him, despite what he might think. Also therapy.

Basically, they all all need therapy and a safe environment to talk it out.