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changbunnies · 9 hours

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heyyyy quick question. how do find the time and motivation to write sooo much. like it takes me so long to write a fic and ur just postin almost 20k fics so often. sharee your secrets

don't worry I actually struggle with motivation all the time 😭 but here are tips and the thing that have helped me the most in my time as a writer!

don't force it! wanting to write is great and rewarding but once you feel like ur obligated and it's no longer something ur doing out of passion, the creativity suffers. when I'm writing, I always stop when I feel like the motivation is dying and creativity isn't flowing as easily because if I force myself to keep going the quality will suffer and I won't enjoy the end product.

don't be afraid to take breaks! it's okay if you have to set a fic aside for a week or two while you do other things, I do that all the time! that's partly why I usually only drop 1 fic a month (apart from how long they are- if I was constantly motivated, they'd be out much quicker) in my experience, the words will flow once you've come back to it with a fresh mind.

have notes, a first draft, and a second or even third draft after! now this might be personal to just me, but once I get an idea for a plot, I write out everything I think: my notes include things like character motivations, their personalities, where the story is going to go and why, what the most important scene is, etc.

once I have all that planned out, I start writing a first draft! it's usually pretty basic, and more so just an outline. for example, if I was planning an argument scene, the draft would look like this: "He looks at her and feels upset because he feels wronged for (insert reasons). He explains his perspective and why he feels the way he does, such as (insert basic dialogue I imagine the character to want to say.) She sighs and responds (insert her response dialogue.)" and I don't actually flesh it out and add more depth until the second draft.

the second draft is where I add the details and descriptions! the emotions, the impact of the words, etc. so going back to my example: I planned in my first draft that he was feel wronged and wants to explain his perspective. so when I actually flesh it out, I would follow that guide I wrote for myself by writing something like "And he feels so hurt- because she didn't understand what he was trying to tell her, what the depth of his feelings truly were, and why what she said to him hurt him the way it did. He isn't even sure he can put it to words, can be coherent and explain himself in a way she'll understand, but he has to try." and then I would work on the dialogue :) I hope all that makes sense gsfgdsh

and finally, the third draft is usually the final! I reread everything I wrote and tweak it as needed, deciding if something I wrote could be worded better or if I like how it flowed, if something could use more description, check for any grammatical errors, etc :) and once I'm satisfied, I post it! for me, following these steps is really helpful. for someone else, doing it this way might be too rigid- there are tons of writers who have a more "flow of conscience" approach but that is simply not how I write lol and if you think ur not that type of writer either, making a guide for yourself can make a huge difference!

and ofc you don't need to have it completely planned every time: there are lots of times I write an outline for only about 50-75% of a story and the rest comes to me later! oftentimes, I'm not sure how a story I started will actually end and it's not until i'm writing out the story while following my guideline that I go "oh! based on everything I wrote, this is how it should end!"

as for finding time, that really depends! everyone is in different situations, and I just want to say that if you don't have time to write as much as someone else, that's okay! you would actually be surprised by how little I actually write in a week lmao and that's because I only write when I feel like it- and I certainly don't feel like it every single day.

but when I feel like it, the creativity is there and i'm inspired? it just comes naturally! on a good day, I can write a couple thousand words and it feels like it just flowed on by because I was in the right headspace to do it- and other times writing as little as 200 takes me forever, and feels like a drag.

when you have free time, spend it how you want to spend it- and inspiration will come to you while you're doing other things. experience the world, play games, watch movies, do fun things! and in living your life, the motivation you want will follow after, at least from my experience :)

sorry it was so long fsagdf I hope some of this helped you tho! and even if my advice wasn't helpful to you, just remember everyone is different, and different things work for different people! it took me years to realize what kind of writer I am and what works for my process, and it's okay if none of this gels with you. keep trying until you find what works <3

#ask box #sorry this was so long I genuinely hope some of this was helpful....#if not tho I wish you the best of luck !! I hope you find the answer ur looking for soon!

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 4 years

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The male companions and f!sole fake dating for a mission?

this one is sooo cute! i love it. thank you for requesting! i don’t have a specific scenario and i’m in class so for this request, i will keep it general. let’s say they’re crushing on the ss hard. ❤️

Danse:

horrible. he’s horrible at this kind of stuff. in fact, he’s probably the one who does this mission the worst out of all the companions. he stumbles over his words, blushes intensely, and loses himself in the process. everytime sole sends him a cute, flirty look to go with the flow of the situation, hes already midway through a heart attack. whenever sole slips her small hand in his own, he becomes dizzy and you could literally feel the steam radiating off of his body. as much as he wanted to help sole complete the mission, his mind wasnt capable of thinking straight and all he could really focus on was the feeling of their hands pressed together. hearing sole call him, ‘love’, ‘boyfriend’, and ‘sweetheart’ only made him more nervous than he already was. how do boyfriends act when stuff like this happens?

danse scolded himself for looking like a fool in front of sole herself and the random bartender that continued to eye him down. despite all his worries and anxiety, he doesn’t really want the sensation of these small moments to end any sooner. the feeling of their hands intertwined and sole sticking close to him only pushed him to protect her more. he didn’t want this to be a one time thing, especially not when this feeling felt so right to him. it was just so new and foreign - it excited him. as they exited the building, he felt the disappointment build up as he felt soles hand retreat from his but fought the urge to grab it back. his eyes never left soles hand as they both walked back to sanctuary, danse still remaining suspiciously quiet with a red face. maybe, just maybe, he’ll confess to sole sooner than later.

Deacon:

he was good at fake dating. well, good at it with someone he didn’t like. this was different. this was someone he actually had feelings for and he nearly hit his own head trying to get up from his bed as des sent deacon and sole to a mission. “you’re kidding, right?” deacon would laugh nervously, hoping it was a joke coming from his boss. she was not kidding, not one bit. here he was, trying to act natural as sole tried to persuade the man to spill some information. once the man questioned their intentions with the place they tried to gain intel on, sole placed a small hand on deacons chest, causing him to grow rigid. oh boy, this was gonna be a long night for him. “oh, we were just looking for a place to reside in. we’re planning to start a family after all, right honey?”

crimson dusted deacons cheeks as he smiled, answering the question innately, “of course. we just want the best for our kids.” sole threw an arm over deacons torso, hugging him tightly as she exchanged words with the man once more. he would shyly snake his arm around her waist as he tried to keep his cool. he hadnt felt any affection like this since barbara, so he definitely wasn’t used to this anymore, but he wasn’t complaining. he’d secretly enjoy the affection shared between the two. once they got the information they needed, they both ditched the town as soon as possible to avoid seeming suspicious. as sole tried to release her hand from deacons, she only felt him grab it a little tighter. “what’s wrong?” she looked up at deacon, who was smirking friskily with a blush on his face. “the mission doesn’t end till we get back to HQ, remember?” she laughed, hitting his arm playfully as she squeezed his hand, “stupid.”

MacCready:

at first, maccready would be completely against the idea of fake dating because of his insane crush on sole, but would see it as an advantage to make the move he never had the guts to initiate. maybe this was his chance to hint at sole that he liked them, through actions of course. he thought it would be easy until sole became all affectionate and touchy with him to seem convincing to the couple they were investigating. the hand holding and small touches were gonna make him faint any minute. “what a pretty man you have there! hard to find someone so good looking these days,” the woman complimented as she eyed maccready in a flirtatious manner. before he could respond or even send his thanks, sole tiptoed and pecked maccreadys cheek, causing him to stumble back in surprise.

it took him a few moments to really get himself level headed over the events that just happened, but would let a small smile spread on his face. he unconsciously brushed his hand over the spot she had kissed and the moment only replayed more and more in his head. he watched as sole said their final goodbyes and dragged him to another side of the room, talking to him about what she had collected. he wasn’t listening. he was only focused on her face and lips and was enticed by her beauty. unknowingly, he placed a hand on soles cheek and bent down to kiss her forehead but immediately withdrew, panicking at his sudden actions. he was stuttering out apologies left and right until he felt soles hand creep into his own, a warm grin forming on her cheeks. all his worries about whether sole felt the same way immediately drifted into oblivion.

Hancock:

he would be the most natural when fake dating, seeing that he is naturally flirtatious and has obviously showed his liking to sole. of course, sole was oblivious to his indications and shrugged it off, knowing that it was part of hancocks personality. so when sole brought up the idea of fake dating for a mission so they could seem less suspicious, he agreed to it before she could say another word. maybe through this way, he can show her that his feelings are 100% genuine and not part of his coquettish nature. during the night, they spoke to some woman at the bar who apparently held essential information that they needed to push out of her. they knew they would probably have to chit chat with the woman for a long while before she really began talking about what they needed. they both decided to relax on the couch opposite of where she sat, wanting to get comfortable for the remaining of the time they were there.

at first, it started off as cute, innocent hand holding and had slowly transitioned to something more as they both got more relaxed with each other. hancock wrapped an arm around soles shoulder, unconsciously playing with strands of her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder. he eventually lifted her hand and placed a gentle kiss against her knuckles, sole smiling as a response. with a small giggle, the lady teased, “you must love her very much. it must be very nice to be in love.” hancock only sent her a broad smile, a gratifying tone dancing in his voice. “yes, i do love her very much. always have and always will. i’m sure she knows that too.” sole would laugh and nod her head, a soft red painting her cheeks. after collecting as much intel as they could, hancock lead sole out of the bar, never letting go of soles hand once. sole peeked at him shyly, her voice quiet. “did you mean what you said in the bar? or was that part of the plan?” hancock would hum teasingly in thought, “take a wild guess, sunshine. do you think i meant it?” sole would pout childishly causing hancock to burst into laughter. he walked in front of her, and gently held soles chin as he inched closer. “let me answer that for ya.”

Nick Valentine:

he’d seem almost professional at it, maybe a little awkward here and there but is a gentleman overall. he wouldn’t really mind fake dating for a mission, but wouldn’t think it’s the best way to go through with it. in the end, he’s much better at controlling his feelings for her than the others. nick is much more simple with showing his affection and shows it through small manners. he would place a firm but gentle hand on soles shoulder or would stick out his arm for sole to link her own with. as they went out and about to the designated area with soles arm linked with nicks, they finally found their suspect and tried to seem as friendly and unsuspecting as possible. unfortunately for them, the man seemed to be disgruntled by nick being a synth and often gave him a disgusted side eye as they spoke. they both decided to ignore this and continue on with their shenanigans. the detective enjoyed the unexpected attention he was receiving from sole and smiled at the feeling of her head leaning on his arm. using the same arm she rested on, he caressed her back gently. though they got negative reactions from the man, nick still remained in a contented mood due to soles acts of endearments.

he tried to start up a conversation with the suspect, hoping that he can obtain any information but the man only degraded him. “you’re dating a synth? this piece of trash?” sole could hear the loathing tone of the mans voice, and before nick could even sputter a word out, she stepped in front of him. “excuse me. you better watch how you talk to my boyfriend. he is the sweetest and most caring man i’ve ever met in my lifetime and he is most definitely better than you will ever be,” sole glared harshly before continuing, “if you don’t like it, then feel free to walk out.” she sent him an innocent smile as the man stomped passed the two, fuming at soles comment. “don’t let the door hit you on the way out, sweetheart.” she whirled around to face nick and looked at him straight in the eye, huffing. “the audacity of some people...” he only chuckled and ruffled her hair. nick was pleasantly surprised with how she handled the situation and felt his mechanical heart whir happily as he locked eyes with her. “well aren’t you something, doll? can’t find anyone else like you.” he complimented, “so what’s the plan now since our main man decided to take a hitch?” giggling, she linked arms with nick once more, dragging him with a skip in her step. “i say we keep searching. there must be more than one person in this town that’s connected to him.” nick was just glad to share these small moments with sole.

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vbee-miya · 3 years

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[romantic matchup]

╔═ @tired-of-this-bs ═╝

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 - 𝙹𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝙺𝚞𝚓𝚘 (𝚏𝚝. 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚢𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚔𝚒)

Ah, yes

“ J O T A R O ” “ D I O ” “ O H U R A P P R O C H I N G M E ”

Okay my opinion is that he’s pretty insensitive, but that won’t mean he wouldn’t want you to not ask him for help, doesn’t matter if it may sound stupid.

Because he is your friend and he wants to make sure you’re not suppressing down your emotions to the point where you just break.

Cuz honestly same 😌🤚🏼

He’s a logical thinker and thinks outside of the box.

Therefore with you coming up with various logical ideas in anything he’d admire you for that.

He could care less about your appearance. Intelligence >>>>

I mean have you seen my boy Kakyoin? Man is big brain.

Jotaro and you would have an interesting friendship.

Like his idea of hanging out would most likely be pretty boring, but fear not that’s why Kakyion is here.

Man’s will save the day, because he has more fun and clever ideas.

Question.

How often do you clown your friends?

Because to an extent since you somehow miraculously became his friend (mayhaps the similar personality) I feel like you and Kakyoin would clown him on a daily basis. Or at least when you guys hangout.

Now there’s a reason why I paired you up with Jotaro rather than Kakyoin.

I feel like with Kakyoin, he would want to learn more about you and such and it’s not just like oh what do you like to do, it’ll be something like so how was your past like? And you stated that you don’t really like opening up to those.

As for Jotaro it’s not that he wouldn’t care per say it’s more of the fact that yes. He understands so he wouldn’t have any interest in talking about subjects of that matter.

As for Kakyoin the way you two became friends was through Jotaro, naturally I feel like Kakyoin would want a type of friend that would assure him everything would be alright when things go to shit, almost like a mom friend or a sweet optimistic friend ya know?

Of course the Stardust Bros is a different story, but let's just say you didn’t have any stands of some sort.

Anyways yes J O T A R O .

Let's say Kakyoin got sick and he had to stay home, BUT wait the day he got sick was the day you guys planned to go to an amusement park. Jotaro tried to talk things out with Kakyoin, but Kakyoin wouldn’t allow it and said that you two should just head to the fair without him.

A sad story really.

Anyways at first it’ll be awkward because it’ll feel like you’re hanging out with yourself. That’s until some old fair guy work came up to y’all and said “What a lovely couple, here take for free.”

I’m calling it, Jotaro wanted to internally throw up.

He wanted to punch the old man with his stand, but he couldn’t...that’s a lie. He could’ve but all that came out was “yaRE YaRE dAZe” and he did that hat thing. I mean who’s knows he might done something to the old man but that seems a tad bit too cruel right? 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️👀

The rest of the day was fun, surprisingly, Jotaro chuckling at others stupidity when trying to win the rigid game booths. Anyways you both left the fair early to check on Kakyoin he asked how things went. You briefly told Kakyoin everything besides that one awkward encounter...Ya we don’t speak about that.

Brightside was that you guys got free food.

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Downside of this friendship...would, probably be nothing. He does get irritated easily, but he wouldn’t hold a grudge or anything of that sort.

If you’re being loud in public he’d just go. “yaRE YaRE dAZe”

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 - 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘

Logical you say?

Intelligent you say?

Book smart you say?

HaTe InJUStiCe?

SAY LESS!!!!!!!!

Please this boy was an ex police officer. Of course he knew how unfair the justice system was. That’s one of the many reasons he became one.

But even so, he was eventually fired from his job for certain reasons that he wishes to forget about.

So when he found out that you were a person who hated injustice and how unfair the systems were you betcha he’d try talking to you.

Like Jotaro he’s pretty insensitive, but if you need someone to talk to Abbacchio isn’t really the best at being sympathetic.

But damn, is he a great listener and since he isn’t that well about being sympathetic if you ever need the harsh truth. He’s got you.

I don’t see Leone as a cat person, but I guess he wouldn’t mind as long as they aren’t being annoying.

I feel like he wouldn’t understand dark humor, but when he does I don’t see him laughing out really about it. He’d just make a small snickering sound and then be like “tsk, Y/N mature up.”

Playing devil's advocate? He’d play it to, possibly lowkey start competing with you in a very lowkey lowkey way. On see who can play the best devil’s advocate.

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Negative part of this friendship...how is y’all’s communication going?

And again he’s pretty insensitive sooo don’t expect him to know how to handle emotions. Another reason is that he wouldn’t really know how to deal with your short temper, he’d just roll his eyes to the sky and listen to music. Isn’t bothered at all, but secretly he’d want to throw you out the window depending how long the temper lasts, especially when you become a tad bit too sassy. Your ass is out the window.

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 - 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝙶𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚊

You’d be too intimidating for him. Perhaps scary.

He’d think you’d be able to beat him up just like that.

I mean you're smart and shit & he’s kinda a dumbass….. Just saying (16x55=28)

So in conclusion an intimidating smartass would scare him. Please this boy.

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But let's say you two do become friends somehow….He’d still be scared of you, but more of an older sibling scary.

Again another really fun request. Hope you enjoyed your results @tired-of-this-bs . Sorry if I might’ve left any blanks. Or if the characters weren’t who you’d hope to get m(_ _)m

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For those who are still waiting please be patient. I've had a pretty busy schedule and workload. DM me if your request has been pending for about a month now.

Pictures edited by: @dublemiyachiaseed

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚢 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝) 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

#jjba matchup #jojo’s bizarre adventure matchup #matchup *.·:·.✧

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Firsts IV: Oh We Got Beef?

Author’s Note: Megan the Stallion is the shit. Her nasty self has me motivated. Sooo uhhh here’s some smut! It’s a continuation of this series tagged below. Taglist Open! Requests open but no lie I’m slow.

Warnings: Argument, Daddy Kink

Pairings: College!Erik X WOC!Reader,

Requested by Anon: Erik establishing he's daddy in subtle and not so subtle ways until he finally has a convo and claims me in that dom voice is A FANTASY/DREAM KINK

Firsts Masterlist

Erik has a tendency to take over the stereo every time he got in the car. It was cute at first, but this morning all you wanted was to not hear rap music while pushing off a migraine. “Can we not?” You felt the side eye. But he didn’t stop strolling through the music. “What’s up with you this morning?” “Tired of hearing woke music when all I want is a biscuit and some coffee.” You change the song. The soothing beat of Cyanide by Daniel Caesar floods the car and you lean back against the plush leather seats. “So you wanna listen to this sleep ass nigga?” “Don’t.” You try to stop the argument. “Can we just be friends this morning?” “Nah.” He hits the switch on the stereo adjusting in his seat to look at you. “Let’s just talk.” Shit. Here he go. He’d talk and when you voiced your opinion it was a damn problem. “So you like this dude who ain’t shit, smooth as voice stands for anything. But I can’t listen to Chance.” “I could have went to get food myself.” “Not an answer to my question.” “Not everything is about being woke. I like Daniel because he can freaking sing. Case closed.” You roll the window down. “Do you want this damn biscuit or not?” He scoffs, dropped mouth and his eyes narrow at you. “I’m good.” “Cool.” You start the order totally unfazed that he was staring you down. “Can I get one large Caramel Ice coffee and a large hash brown.” “Sure thing, is that all?” The woman was chipper. “Yes maam.” You smirk at Erik who is now in his phone mumbling incoherently at you. The line was long, the awkward time in the car passed by with you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel and singing along merrily. “So you mad?” Erik said placing his phone down. “I am happy as hell.” “Yeah, sure you thing you are.”

Petty fights had started once you two were comfortable. Every now and then you would ignore them but Erik never ignored the pettiness. He dwelled in it. The ride home was filled with Daniel and then 6Lack. So you called it a success walking to your apartment with him in tow. You eat, all while he is engrossed in this damn game system. “You’re not gonna talk?” You sink into the couch next to him, pecking his arms with your lips and then leaning into him. “Nah.” “Why? Mad over a nigga that ain’t did nothing to you.” “I ain’t mad at you. I’m cool. You the one getting loud.” Erik never stopped playing the game. His hands went one hundred miles per hour clicking the keys pissing you off with each damn click. “I’m Gucci.” “Nah.” You mock him. “You so damn ugh,” Your fingers push the top of his head. “You can play yah damn game at home. Bye.” “So you kicking me out?” “You playing the game?” You stand in front of the TV with your arms planted firmly on your hips. The game stops and he looks amused. “You think you run this shit huh?” “This my house. You can go. And you know what, since we being petty take all you shit too! I can watch the damn screen by myself.” Erik laughed. “What the fuck is funny?” Perhaps it was instincts but your eyes blinked at him and you sucked your teeth and before you could think he was up from the couch crowding you. “What!” Usually you backed down from him. His muscled body intimidated you sometimes, but not this time. You didn’t give a damn. Fuck him. “I ain’t scared of you.” “Nah, don’t look like it huh? But I got something for that ass.” “What?” “Say what again.” “Wh-,” his full lips were on yours right as your back was pushed against the wall and his hands were wrapped in your hair. You push back on him and your hand connects with a sting on his cheek. He bites his lip and the look is carnal, you’d gone from girlfriend to prey in five seconds. You raise your hand again and he grips it pulling the other one with it over your head. “You done fucked up now.” “What you gone do!” “Oh, so we got beef?” There were no words as he slung your body over his shoulder as if you were a damn rag doll. Your fists hit his back over and over until you hit the bed. “You talk to yo daddy like that?” “I’ll say whatever the fu-.” His hands crash down on your thighs sending a warm sting down your legs and to your pussy. “Yeah that’s what I thought, shut that shit up. You don’t run this.” He sunk to his knees pulling your thighs to the edge of the bed. It takes all of two seconds to slide the shorts from your body. “No panties, you knew what was up.” His soft lips pepper the kisses up your leg and you push him away. Serves no purpose as he makes his way up to your pussy. His soft lips suck on your clit and the fight is damn near out the window. Your fingers invade his hair, the small dreads intertwined in your fingers as your thighs lock around his head. If this was punishment you needed to hit his ass more often. His tongue delved inside of you and your teeth sink into your lip. He flicked and swirled causing small moans to pulse through you. The sounds alone were enough to nearly get you there. He was eating like you were his last meal. “Fuck Daddy.” His fingers push into your thighs as he pushes your legs back on the bed and you can’t help but roll your hips on his face. He groans, his deep voice rumbling in your inner thigh. he slurped your juices taking anything that was left as he came up for air only to start again. “You like this shit don’t you, you wanna nut?” He whispered, kissing your thighs again before taking another flick at your clit. “Huh?” “Yes.” He lifts up and his three fingers slap down on your clit and the pleasures fades into a deep hum of pain. “Nah, fuck that. Only good girls cum, stand up and bend over?” Your eyes buck as he lifts the shirt over his head and throws it to the ground and then he slides the gym shorts next. Erik was rigid in front of you, his dick throbbed as he started to stroke from hilt to tip. The adrenaline flooded your body, partially arousal but mainly fucking fear. “What you look scared for? Bend that ass over.” “I ain’t scared of you.” “I don’t want you scared. I want an apology.” His hand cups your thighs and then he flips you over. He slaps down on both cheeks and you feel your ass jiggle right before his warm dick slides down the line of your ass to your pussy. There was no denying you were wet for him. “You wanna apologize.” The hilt of him slaps up on your pussy and instinctively you throw yourself back on him coating him with you arousal. “Nah.” You say once agin mocking him from earlier. His head pushes into you and then he steps back falling out of you. “You right, you don’t want this shit.” But you did, you clenched aching for him. You arch your back and he does nothing. “Why you got me in here if you ain’t gone do nothing Erik.” “What’s my name again?’ “You heard me.” “I heard wrong.” Erik’s voice is playful but the way his fingers plunged into you wasn’t so playful. He pushes you face down into the covers and plunges his fingers back into you three more times and then he’s gone and you can hear the foiled paper rattling behind you. “That mouth so reckless here lately.” He spread your lips tapping his cock on your clit a few times and then he pushed into you, flesh to flesh. He was so deep your gasp couldn’t even escape as you headed into the plush pillows. The clapping between the both of you is all you can concentrate on as his hips slam onto yours. “Fuck!” You moaned. Each time he pushed into you, the strangest ping with through your body, as if you were about to explode and he just started. His hands push at the nape of your back and you arch for him. He’s deeper. Pounding against your ass and you feel yourself meeting him with each stroke. “You like this dick don’t you.” Fuck an answer. You thrust on him, longing to keep him deep inside of you. This might have been what you needed anyway, a good fuck. Both his hands grip your ass and he guides you onto his dick. He eager watches himself slide into you deep and then back out like it’s his favorite movie. He’s faster pushing you further up the bed. He falls with you, only his hand is around your neck, gripping you as if you were his anchor. Your moans were muffled but you were still loud enough. Your body grew closer. Your legs shook and eyes rolled as he continued to fuck you. “Every time you talk back this the shit I wanna do to you.” His hand tightened and the air left the room but your body tensed and then exploded. Your vision speckled with spots and your back fell limp, as did your legs. Pleasure waved through you. Erik pushed through your orgasm. His teeth sink into your shoulder and tense again. In one motion he flips you to your side pulling your leg up to go deeper and he’s drilling. Your tits bounce with each pump while your hands grip the sheets trying to find some sanity in the madness of his fucking. It feels as if he fucks you forever as he chases in his own nut. Your body misted in sweat, the sheets drenched with the both of you as he does finish, pulling out of you spilling into the condom. Fights worked in your favor sometimes because he could say whatever he wanted that wasn’t a punishment. You two lay in each other’s arms staring at the white ceiling with heavy breathing. Erik slides from the bed putting on his clothes. “Where are you going?” You smiled. “Home.” He smirked. “Why?” “Oh shit, forgot to tell you. I don’t sleep with people I have beef with, I fuck with you… but not sleep. I’m still not over that nasty ass attitude. I’ll let you think on that shit.” “You can’t leave.” “Take yo game and all yo other shit.” He said mocking you. “I’ll holla.” He turned swinging his shirt over his shoulder. “Call me when you get some act right.”

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official-ilvermorny · 6 years

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Ilvermorny Sorting Game: @chocolate-and-flour

@chocolate-and-flour’s answers:

*Hogwarts House and why you feel an affinity:

Either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. I go so back and forth on those two bc I love them both so much! I value intelligence, wit, and creativity. I really admire people that are insanely smart and passionate about their fields of interest. I loOoovvveee it if someone compliments my brain & HATE it if someone insinuates that I’m ignorant or uneducated! However, I also value courage: the courage to stand up for what you believe in, the courage to pursue your dreams, and the courage to face your fears. I love being adventurous and I always admire chivalry!

*Patronus form and why you think it accurate:

Thestral! I was soOo excited when I found out, bc they were always my favorite creatures in the entire Potterverse. They are considered by many to be dark, dangerous creatures, associated with death due to the obvious fact no one can see them unless they've witnessed death. I, for one, love that about them. I’ve always been attracted to the supernatural and mysterious (my fave class would be DADA), and I think they bring a certain air of beauty and peace to death. They are very misunderstood creatures, but in reality they are very clever & generous, only presenting their true selves to those they can fully trust, which I can earily relate to. Plus, I’m an oncology/ICU nurse who has witnessed a fair amount of death, so I would definitely have bonded with quite a few of these lovely beings by now.

Wand details:

10 ¾ inches, ash wood, unicorn hair, and rigid flexibility

*Which of the following do you most trust when making decisions, and why: logic, intuition, instincts, or emotions?

Honestly, all 4. If I HAD to choose the one I go with the most, probably my intuition.

Which class would you most like to take at Ilvermorny and why?

DADA first! Bc it looks like so much fun, & you’d get to feel like a bad-a**!

What No-Maj career would/do you follow in life and why?

I am an oncology nurse, who used to work in ICU specializing in thoracic/lung cancer. I chose to do it bc I love both the medical field (it’s so darn fascinating) and I love taking care of people.

What wizarding career would you like to follow and why?

I would probably be a healer, since my no-maj career is nursing. Preferably at Hogwarts (or in this case, Ilvermorny), so that I’d never have to leave that amazing place! An auror would be awesome, too. Or maybe own a Thestral farm, so I could be with my sweet little babies of death all day.

It’s summer break! What is your ideal way to spend it?

Traveling to new places, reading some good books, and spending some relaxing, quality time with family & friends.

Do you prefer to learn hard facts, or to think about abstract concepts?

Abstract concepts.

You discover that a close friend of yours has been bullying someone. What do you do?

Call them out on it and tell them to put themselves in the victim’s shoes. If they refused to stop, then I’ll just slowly stop answering their text messages.. Bc who wants to be friends with someone capable of bullying?

What do you do when stressed?

I have stages of stress. First I shut down, get really quiet and kind of disappear into my thoughts. At this point I don’t want to talk about it to anyone. Then I try to distract myself with reading or watching a show I love. Once that calms me down, I’m more willing to talk about it, but it still usually takes some prodding from others. Sometimes, I break down & cry.

What do you do when angry?

I get very passive-aggressive when I’m angry. I will get very quiet & skulk around at first, wanting that person to address the situation before I do, but then I get irritated very easily if they don’t and it eventually sets me off on a bit of a ranting.

What do you do when sad?

I will get very quiet and lost in my own thoughts. Guilt will usually catch up with me (whether its due to something I’ve done, or just that powerless feeling you have when you can’t change something) and sometimes I’ll cry. Very dependent upon what it is I’m sad over. I usually only cry when I feel powerless.

What do you do when happy?

Try to get everyone else on my level! When I’m happy, I often daydream and get very enthusiastic about what I’m daydreaming about.. and I’ll discuss these thoughts/ideas with others.

What is your greatest fear?

Losing a loved one. It absolutely terrifies me. Not being able to see or talk to that person every day would be the worst feeling in the world.

What would Amortentia smell like to you?

Warm coffee, books, my doggo, marshmellow & lavender, clean bedsheets, the air before/after a storm, fir trees.

*How do you spend your free time?

Netflixing, reading, yoga, cuddling &/or outdoor adventures with my doggo & husband, brunching. Sometimes, I get inspired to bake something.

*What extracurriculars do/did you engage in?

When I was younger I did competitive ballet & in high school I was involved in volleyball and key club (volunteering). Nowadays, my hobbies are reading and traveling.

*Which Ilvermorny House do you feel a strongest affinity to and why?

Probably Pukwudgie or Thunderbird. Even though I overanalyze things the majority of the time and I try to think logically, in the end, I always make decisions based on my feelings and how the situation will affect my feelings/morals

I agree with you! You’d do well in both Thunderbird and Pukwudgie. You are certainly a Healer in many respects, the first and foremost being, of course, your actual occupation. You seem to have that desire to help people that is inherent in all Pukwudgies. Your bullying answer was good too – rather than just telling them that it’s wrong, you try to help both the bully and the bullied. That’s also a sign of a true Healer. You also say you follow your feelings – this works for Pukwudgies and Thunderbird. The question is, is it your Heart or your Soul?

On the other hand, some things tell of Thunderbird as well. I find your love of Thestrals very intriguing, and it says both Thunderbird and Pukwudgie. You have a deeper sense of understanding about Death than most people do. You don’t seem scared of it – perhaps nervous, as this is the natural human. But not scared as many people are. This understanding could be linked to either a “higher plane” of knowledge, if you will. If this is the case, it definitely says Thunderbird. However, it could also be because of your experience with it. Rather than an innate understanding of Death, you’ve developed it over time. This would suggest Pukwudgie instead.

So I think you’d be given a place in both House Thunderbird and House Pukwudgie and would have to choose. So choose wisely!

~Prefect Selwyn

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theresnosafeharbor4myships · 6 years

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December 7, Christmas Caryl

the 2nd and final part of Christmas Vibrations (1st part here; also on 9L)

Christmas Vibrations - Part 2

Daryl slowly turned back to the room, his gaze landing on Carol standing just inside the front door. Her big blue eyes traveled from him to Rick to Michonne and back to him before her pleased smile slowly slid from her face.

She’d had watch duty since early that morning, but she looked rested. A black jacket hung over a cream colored shirt and black cargo pants, and, like always, her slim figure, her lightly curled hair, her mesmerizing eyes, her enchanting smile—her very presence—sent his heart racing.

“A present,” Rick mimicked.

“For you,” Michonne iterated.

Carol gave the three statues in the room a quizzical look.

And in that second, Daryl caught on to Rick and Michonne’s magician’s trick: he’d chased a faux sex toy while Rick had wrapped the things he’d been prepared to give Carol before he realized what a fool they’d made of him.

Now there they stood, like deer caught in his headlights. And he wanted nothing more than to make them road kill, even if doing so wouldn’t help him get out of this predicament.

Like a bolt of lightening had struck them, Rick and Michonne jumped into action. “Our work here is done,” Michonne muttered, hurriedly gathering up the gift wrap and bags, while Rick held open the box they’d brought it over in.

“We’ll…just be going,” Rick assured them, a stiff, awkward half-smile on his face.

Carol felt the tension in the room, watched Rick and Michonne shuffle and trip over themselves trying to leave in a furious hurry, sensed Daryl’s discomfort and unhappiness from across the room.

What had happened here?

“We got everything,” Rick stated unnecessarily as he nearly pushed Michonne, who’d taken the large box full of Christmas wrappings from him, towards the door. He looked pointedly at Daryl, both an apology and amusement written on his face. “Here’s your gift. Carol’s gift. Your gift to Carol,” he kept correcting himself as he tapped the gift sitting in the center of the table. His eyes moved from a livid and horrified Daryl to a bemused and confused Carol.

Sure that with Carol standing by Daryl wouldn’t tip off what they’d done, Rick and Michonne slipped by Carol, shit-eating grins on their faces and strangely pleasant goodbyes on their lips.

The door closed behind them, and with the circus gone, an awkward silence settled in.

She waited for Daryl to say something, but he stood forlornly near the stairs, dejectedly holding a limp bag in his hand. He wouldn’t even look at her.

What had those two done to him?

“So…” she began cheerfully, but couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Tension sat heavy in the air, and she had no idea what had caused it or even what mood Daryl stewed in. He usually warmed in her presence, gravitated towards her, let the scowl ease away from his face, relaxed when she stood near, and often stared at her when he thought her preoccupied. But he remained rigid and aloof, almost ignoring her, and inexplicably looking more uncomfortable now that Rick and Michonne had left than he had when she’d barged into the house.

Something had set him out of sorts. And she wanted to know what.

She glanced around the house for clues as to what had transpired, but the present sitting on the table remained the only thing out of the ordinary.

She inched toward the table, a curious smile on her face. “You got a present for me, huh?”

Daryl’s eyes whipped up to hers, startled and horrified and embarrassed all at once.

“What is it?” she asked, the pleasantries draining away. “A ticking time bomb?”

He huffed a breath. She didn’t know how close to the truth that was, and he wasn’t about to tell her. “Ain’t that,” he managed to say in a strangled tone.

She nodded, though he didn’t see because he still found the ground more entertaining than her. “What were those two up to, anyway?”

Daryl shook his head, not wanting to detail the fiasco that had just occurred and hoping she’d let it go. “Was nuthin’. They just know how to get on my last nerve.”

“Mmmm, I’m familiar with that particular gift of theirs.” She gave him a knowing smirk, but he didn’t even notice.

“Sooo…that gift sitting over there…can I open it?”

Her childlike joy made him want to say yes, but remembering what lay inside had him cringing. “Rick and ‘Chonne just…lemme just re-wrap it,” he stalled, dropping the bag and shuffling towards her in a manner she’d never seen before.

He moved to the table, but she got there first and slid the haphazardly-wrapped gift from the center to the edge. “I don’t care about that,” she brushed him off. “I wasn’t expecting anything!”

Her exuberance left Daryl on pins and needles. He couldn’t think of a single way to extract the gift from her without just snatching it out of her hands and running off with it. And he seriously considered it.

What a damn mess his so-called ‘friends’ had left him in!

Carol pulled out the chair in front of her and plopped down at the table, setting the gift in front of her. She looked up at him, expectant and excited with her eyebrows raised and a smile on her face. “Can I open it?”

“Like a kid, ain’t ya?” he chuckled, despite himself. What could he possibly say to get out of this?

She dragged the chair next to her out from under the table and waited impatiently for him to sit.

Numbly, he sat, afraid to move or breath or live the next few moments as she anticipated her gift from him, while thoughts of shock, horror, and a solid slap across his face was all he could foresee. And likely her not speaking to him for…weeks? months? It was hard to say.

The fact that no one else stood around watching this debacle unfold was his only saving grace.

Carol’s expression turned from excitement to concern, and he realized he’d continued staring dumbly as his thoughts raced around in flight mode.

He swallowed hard, but no words came out, and he suddenly began praying the Earth would split open and swallow him into the abyss before she had a chance to see what lay inside.

“I’m going to take that as a yes?” she queried, confounded by his behavior.

When he didn’t object or move, and since his eyes held fast to the gift in her hands, she took off the bow and began removing the paper.

A dainty pair of hoop earrings fell into her hand, and she held them up in wonder, noting the intricate, braided pattern of them. She’d forgotten what it felt like to receive jewelry from a man—and how he’d found a pair of new earrings in this fallen world she’d never know.

“Daryl, they’re beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes seeking his. But still he wouldn’t look at her, instead staring despondently at her hands.

He heard her but couldn’t respond, his heart seized with trepidation. Now that she’d started opening the gift, he just wanted this done with. The anxiety bubbling inside felt worse than any consequence she’d make him pay.

She reached over and squeezed his forearm in gratitude, then continued opening the gift.

Two small boxes of lavender soap emerged. And still scented, she noted with a sniff. “My favorite. Wherever did you find these things?”

Finally his eyes met hers, and the smile eased away from her face. “What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked gently.

He shook his head and swallowed hard, just wanting the moment to end so he could suffer his humiliation and punishment in solitude.

A look of consternation crossed her face, but she removed the rest of the wrapping paper and stared down at the box in her hand.

The seconds felt like eons to Daryl as he waited for her castigation. Silence, disgust, fury, offense, embarrassment, he imagined it going any number of ways.

But her laughing certainly hadn’t been one of them.

Mortified and ashamed, he allowed her mocking laugh to wash over him, adding to the Rick and Michonne soundtrack that had begun playing in his head the moment he realized his ignorance had outted him.

“Never thought I’d see one of these again.”

Stunned, Daryl raised his gaze to hers, eyes wide.

“What? You didn’t think I survived all those years…well, nevermind,” she trailed off, noting Daryl’s discomfort. “I…thank you.”

She sounded genuinely grateful, if amused, but Daryl still couldn’t move. She wasn’t pissed? Offended? Appalled? Didn’t hate him? He was afraid to breathe for fear he’d wake up from this overwhelming and unexpected sense of relief.

Realizing the conversations that must have taken place before she arrived, Carol understood Daryl’s hesitation—his fear, even—of the moment. “Did…Rick and Michonne…” How should she ask this? Suggest it as a gift? Make fun of you for it? She finally settled with a gentle, “Are you ever going to look at me?”

Daryl haltingly, fearfully, met her gaze, surprised to find a gentle, sweet smile on her face. No anger, no disgust. Not even a hint of mocking or ridicule like the two hyenas who’d dropped him into this situation. Just Carol being…Carol.

“Are you okay?”

Her voice came softly, unsure but concerned, and he nodded once before standing abruptly and exploding an explanation. “I would be if those two assholes woulda kept their shit to themselves. I’d done just fine getting’ you a Christmas present. Thought you’d like the earrings and soap, but then ‘Chonne had ta go and offer up that damn ‘massager.’”

He mocked the word in a strange voice that sounded nothing like Michonne, and it took all of Carol’s willpower not to burst out laughing. Daryl paced around, spewing the story he’d so valiantly hid for the past ten minutes, face pink with embarrassment, arms animatedly jerking around to emphasize his story. Whatever had happened, he’d retreated inside himself; this frustration was better than holding it in, so she’d hold her peace until he finished.

“Like a damn fool, I believed her. Ain’t never seen one like that before, and I didn’t pay that much attention…just took her at her word. Bet her and Rick had a grand time laughing at me. Bet that’s why they offered ta come over here to do wrappin’. She probly told him what’d happened and he didn’t believe her ‘n wanted ta check it out himself. Then they started playin’ around and…oh, never mind.” He finally stopped pacing and stood, hands on his hips, staring at the ground. “I wasn’t gonna…” He sighed. “Never wanted ta make you…uncomfortable, an’ I’m sorry. We can just forget the whole thing ever happened.”

Carol waited a moment to make sure he’d finished his rant before standing, the gift in question in hand, and sidling up next to him. Placing one hand on his bicep, she quietly asked, “You’ve never seen one like this before?”

That’s all she took away from his explanation?

His face flamed at the candid question, but his wary eyes briefly met hers. “Is this payback?” he asked brokenly. “I never meant…I wasn’t gonna give it to you…”

She wanted to maime Rick and Michonne for making him feel this way. Years had passed since she’d seen this wounded, insecure Daryl, and her heart ached. But if things worked out the way she hoped, she also wanted to throw her arms around them in gratitude.

“You wouldn’t give it to me?”

Daryl heard Michonne’s joke in Carol’s voice, and his throat tightened, nearly choking off his air supply. Like so many times before, he played the butt of the joke. Only this time—because it was Carol—it sliced deep and true, straight through to his heart.

Carol leaned in closer, and he prepared for her disparaging words.

“What if I wanted you to?”

He thought he’d imagined her whispered words, but no other sound followed. Terrified to move, he dared a look at her, this woman who could both mend and break him.

Eyes bright with mischief and something akin to uncertainty stared back at him. She stood so close, her exhaled breath puffing against his upper arm, her lips slightly upturned with a hesitant smile.

“I…” He formed the single word only, his breath stuck in his lungs, his body tense and unmoving, his mind focused on the sweetly seductive woman before him as she inched ever so slowly closer to him. Her hand slid up from his arm, over his shoulder, and into his hair, then eased him, her willing captive, down towards her.

He felt frozen and a raging inferno at the same time, his eyes trapped by hers until her gaze slipped down to his lips. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t believe what was happening, but when her lips pressed against his, he melted into her. With a moan he couldn’t be sure came from him, he set his hands on her hips, afraid to pull her closer, afraid she’d move away. He let her kiss him, moving at her snail’s pace as she teased his lips and ran her tantalizing fingers against his scalp.

“I want you to,” she mumbled against his lips.

It took several moments for him to realize what she’d said and to track the conversation back to what she meant. How she could form coherent thoughts he didn’t know, but he’d agree to almost anything with her pressed against him.

“If you want to…?”

She let the sentence hang as she eased away from him, his hungry eyes following her mouth until he realized she wasn’t returning.

“Do you?”

Her question roused him from his Carol-kissed stupor, though he had no idea what she was talking about.

He’d loved her for so long. Since the prison, maybe the farm. On nights when he couldn’t keep thoughts of what could be—if he’d ever gather his wits and his words well enough to speak his heart—out of his mind, he’d imagine the scenarios that would lead to this moment. A goodbye kiss as one of them left on a run; a lingering hug that somehow turned into more; a deathbed confession; a need for comfort that opened the floodgates of emotion; he’d even envisioned presenting her with a trifle of some sort to celebrate a birthday or faux holiday.

But inadvertently giving her a vibrator and receiving a hot, lingering kiss as thanks had never crossed his mind.

He cleared his throat, trying to make it function again. “Carol…”

She worried her bottom lip, afraid she might have read the signs wrong and overstepped her boundaries—though anyone would argue he’d already done that with his Christmas gift to her.

She’d felt his shock melt away into that molten kiss that’d left her knees weak, and the fact that he couldn’t think straight now told her she hadn’t made a mistake.

Still, when he breathed her name on a frustrated, confused, but hopeful sigh, her face broke into a smile. “Yes?”

“I do.”

“I do, too.” She gave him a wink despite the embarrassment she read on his face, then slid her arms around his neck, placing feather-light kisses under his ear. She felt him shiver, noted the tension leaving him as he settled into the embrace. “And if you’re really good…I’ll let you see how this thing works.”

He huffed a laugh and pulled her tightly against him. Her hair teased his nose, and he nuzzled her neck, suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation of Carol in his arms. How had this travesty ended like this? “If I’m really good…” he murmured against her throat, emboldened by her words. “…you won’t need that thing.”

Her laughter rumbled against him, and he hid his smile in her shoulder, astounded that a minute ago he couldn’t speak and now he made her sultry promises.

Her teeth grazed the lobe of his ear, making his knees weak and his body tingle, before she whispered, “You might be surprised what we can cook up.”

Unsure where this little game would take them but more than excited to find out, he pulled back enough to look at her. “Mmm, naughty and nice.”

“Um-hmmm. And now it’s time for your Christmas present,” she murmured before leaning into him again and illustrating just how best she could be both.

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sae-you-sae-me · 7 years

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heyy it's me anonnie~ (this'll be my thing when i request lol) and could i have rfa + v + saeran finding out mc's really bad at what they're best at?? like: yoosung teaching mc how to play LoLoL and mc being really bad or seven teaching mc how to hack and mc not understanding anything?? thanksss~

Sure! Hope you like it:D

Zen:

It was one of his tougher roles, and he really wanted to get into the romantic role

So, he thought to involve you in practicing

You tried to say that you weren’t the best

But he shrugged it off, “It’s just reading lines. Please, MC?”

You couldn’t refuse him and he handed you the script

He says his long monologue perfectly and beautifully

And then it was your line

Bad was understatement

You were so rigid, and he felt horrible because he was less in a mood when you were reading

Thankfully, you got the hint and knew your own weakness so you made an excuse about dinner or something

Yoosung:

He had always wanted to play LOLOL with you

So when you were over one time, he asked if you wanted to give it a go with him

You agreed, although you were a bit shy because you didn’t have much experience with games

You start out and you are really bad

But he thinks you just need to get used to it

You’re still bad

He dedicates himself to teach you his ways and help you rise to the top

Three weeks later…you’re still bad

“Yoosung…I’m really bad at this, aren’t I?”

“No, MC! But…let’s not be on the same team today. You–er–need to learn independence.”

Eventually, you just stopped as it was beginning to be torture for the both of you

Jaehee:

Signing you into the coffee shop was a sentimental thing

Jaehee didn’t expect you to be so bad at making coffee

Even after the classes you both went through, your coffee was often burnt or downright milk

You felt so horrible because you really wanted to help with the cafe

You were on the verge of quitting for Jaehee’s sake

But she came up with the idea of having you mostly manage things with customers

And, with some help, you learned how to make some of the best iced tea and iced coffee

It was just the hot coffee you continually messed up

As long as you left it to Jaehee, everything ran smoothly

Jumin:

You wanted to spend more time with him

But you also knew his work was important

So one day, he suggests you help him with some of that work

That meant helped making good business decisions and coming up with potential projects

You were horrible at both

He explained a certain choice to either help or harm the business, and you made some pretty…damaging suggestions

You felt bad about it so you tried to offer some project ideas

Those were even worse than his cat project ideas

You could tell that your suggestions were bad, even though Jumin let you down really nicely

So you discreetly bow out without raising suspicion

Much later, you make an off handed comment about something while making dinner

And Jumin just pauses, “Actually….that’s a great business idea.”

You feel better about the whole ordeal after that

Seven:

You tried asking him to teach you some hacking tricks

But he really didn’t want you anywhere near that

Instead, he offered to teach you to build robots

That time you refused

But…with the frustration of his gate, you asked him to teach you one or two of the 17 languages he speaks

He was totally hyped for that

He tries teaching you Arabic

No matter how well he explained things, it just looked like scribbles to you

And you couldn’t remember a single word after his lesson was over

Figuring it may not be your thing just yet, he tries switching over to a European language

French really was a little better for you

You could remember the words at least…but your pronunciation was sooo bad

You tried practicing with him randomly, but he turns to you wide eyed

“MC! You just swore at me!”

Apparently pronunciation is important…

In the end, you stick with your main language…at least you understood binary

Saeran:

Saeran wasn’t as reserved as Seven when it came to hacking

He agreed to teach you

At first, things were pretty simple

You thought you were picking up the computer code pretty well

So, Saeran gives you a computer with a virus–more of a prank than a virus–but still

He comes back a few hours later to you staring blankly at a screen

He sees what you did

“MC…you made it worse, what the heck?”

“I don’t know! It’s just so much green!”

He doesn’t bother teaching you again…for the sake of his computers

He was always taking pictures of you during outings

So for once you want to take one of him

He agrees and hands you the camera

You take a few snapshots, though all the buttons are kind of confusing

He takes a look later and you blush seeing how blurry, crooked, and out of focus they are

He decides to give you a few pointers

Which helps when it comes to framing…but you’re still really bad in general

But V is really super sweet about it

He takes photos for you most of the time, and never teases you about your photo taking skills

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#Anonymous #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #saeran choi #mystic messenger v #jihyun kim #mystic messenger scenarios #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger imagines

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People have been saying Sansa tried to force her sister to conform to traditional femininity. Do you know any specific examples of this? I don't remember her ever telling Arya she should wear dresses or embroider or anything like that. Other people like Septa Mordane, Catelyn, even Ned imposed that on Arya but I don't remember Sansa aggressively doing it. She did wish Arya was more like her, but Arya wished Sansa was more like /her/ and Arya isn't vilified for that, so it's unfair that Sansa is.

Ooohhh Anon haha, you are getting into one of my literal least favorite topics here on the lovely tumblr.com: Sansa vs. Arya and the “Sansa Bullied Arya” Discourse™.

I have seen sooo many posts calling Cat, Septa Mordane, and Sansa sexist/misogynists/bullies, ect. I haven’t really seen any of regarding Ned tbh, but I am sure its out there. I try to stay away from it because god I just really hate it, its so terrible and most of the time it makes me so uncomfortable. I have never seen anything productive ever come from it.

I didn’t get into the fandom here on tumblr until after I had read the books… I was honestly shocked at how much fandom fixated on this particular issue, and also how polarized the discussion was. We could talk for hours and days and years (because trust me, people have) about the instances where Arya clashes with other characters over the particular issue of femininity. But a vast majority of the time, it either starts as, or turns into, pitting the Stark sisters against each other and/or vilifying one of them and victimizing the other.

Honestly though, I think the issue more comes down to this: how much are you willing to hold these specific characters responsible for the society that they were born into? And how willing are you to blame or vilify them for perpetuating that society?

Westeros is a rigid patriarchy, that is absolutely no secret. Conformity to traditional, prescribed gender roles are all these people know. The discussion around Sansa is the one that usually makes me the most uncomfortable because at the time of most of events most of the discussion is centered around, Sansa is 11 years old. Idk about any one else, but when I was 11 years old I was in the 5th grade and we were doing that paper mache volcano science experiment where you made it ~erupt~ with baking soda and vinegar. I was not exactly interested in questioning prescribed gender roles or dismantling the patriarchy yet. As far as Ned, Cat and Septa Mordane go, I am more willing to hold them more culpable for their criticisms of Arya. But holding Sansa as an 11 year old to the same, and sometimes even greater, levels of culpability than full grown adults in the same situation is something I struggle with.

Sansa and Arya clearly do not have a perfect relationship, and often times its downright acrimonious; but imo, it’s also clear how their relationship became that way. Arya’s feelings of resentment of Sansa are understandable, because Arya has been criticized and degraded and made to feel inferior because she cannot, and does not want to, fit into Westerosi social norms and mores; everything from her looks, to her inclinations, to her hobbies, to the way she prefers to dress has been labeled “abnormal” and “unladylike.” Sansa’s inability to understand Arya is also reasonable because Sansa sees her role and what she’s been taught to do and to be as natural; she doesn’t think to question the way things are done or the people teaching and praising her. Sansa can’t relate to or sympathize with Arya’s frustrations any more that Arya can relate to or appreciate Sansa’s interests. They might as well be speaking completely different languages

Both Sansa and Arya were screwed over and let down, time and time again, by their society and the adults in their lives who created and encouraged miscommunications and hostility between them. Sansa and Arya could possibly have had a much more amicable relationship without, just for some examples, the influence of Septa Mordane, who fostered much of the resentment between the sisters. Or Ned, who held them to such different and inconsistent standards and expectations. Or Cat, who tried to hold Arya to Sansa’s example which Arya views as an impossible standard to reach. Or all three adults using comparisons to Sansa as a mechanism to shame and criticize Arya, making her feel insecure. However, all three adults are still operating in a patriarchy and they are (however unfairly) trying to teach Arya to do the same. For Septa Mordane that was her entire job description: to teach young girls to be Good Ladies as defined by patriarchal standards. They simply don’t know any other way to be. And they also know that not only failure and refusal to comply with, but downright rebellion against, said standards won’t make Arya’s life any easier going forward. Yes, there are notable exceptions in canon like Brienne of Tarth and the Mormonts; but they are just that: exceptions. Conformity and compliance is the rule.

So if you need something/one to vilify, vilify The Fucking Patriarchy tbh. It is Westerosi society, and its so deeply and violently indoctrinated patriarchal standards and values, that causes so much tension in these particular instances and between these characters. Sansa and Arya are children who are products of (and also at the mercy of) their environment. But if you get rid of the pervasive, toxic sexism and misogyny that dominated Westeros, their childish sibling arguments would not have progressed and would have been resolved or forgotten probably as quickly as they started. And in many cases, the cause for disagreement or hostility wouldn’t have even been present at all.

#seriously it is my least favorite fandom debate by far #i hate it so much #got for ts #asoiaf for ts #sansa stark #arya stark #fuck the patriarchy #alys answers #anonymous #alys meta

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all the odd numbers :|

honest meme // accepting only the even numbers apparently

What would prevent you from following someone?

Well immediately if they have no rules then I won’t follow unless they’re someone I know or follow on another blog. For oc’s no bio. And if both of those things are there then I really look at the mun’s vibe in the rules. If they post call outs a lot and things like that then I’m not here for it. If I read some of their writing and it feels like we won’t mesh then I won’t follow.

What current rp trend do you hate?

Uuuuuh I dunno, I’m not a fan of like the super tiny stuff or when the links mesh into the blog to the point where I have to go full Nancy Drew to find them. Or like the super aesthetic writing because sometimes that can be really hard for me to read. But yeah tbh I don’t care much about trends as long as shit is readable and accessible like do whatever makes you happy lol.

Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why?

I genuinely don’t have a preference. I think all muses can bring something unique and fun to the table regardless of how they identify :3

What’s your opinion on call out posts?

They suck ass. While I do think some can be necessary like warning people about someone who is predatory and genuinely harmful, I think there was a minute there where it just became a way to bitch about people you didn’t get along with. I had one done about me, though it was more of a long vague, but it was like four paragraphs saying I was ungrateful literally because I politely let them know that I wasn’t sure how to reply to their starter but I’d still be happy to write with them. Which was just such a shitty feeling. So really I think a lot of them are just unnecessary. But I am okay with the ones that come with genuine warnings because we all know tumblr won’t do fuck all about reported people lmao.

What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. Some of my muses just connect so deeply to another one that writing with a duplicate would just feel wrong. It does kind of suck in smaller fandoms. Like I had a muse I wanted to write and legit most of the blogs I found in that fandom were exclusive with the same one of that muse and it was really unwelcoming. But at the same time I can’t fault anyone for doing what they want to make their experience the most fun it can be!

What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

This is a weirdly hard question… I guess…I dunno I can’t remember specifically but I was told by an ex friend all of these etiquette things that really were just kinda bullshit. So it made my initial experience kinda stressful. Sooo yeah I’d just wanna know that it’s not so uptight and rigid lmao.

Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

I actually did leave for a while. Someone decided to be really horrible to me because I wasn’t smiley and friendly to them after they’d mugged me off. That whole experience was so painful and stressful that I couldn’t open tumblr without feeling like I couldn’t breathe. So I left. It wasn’t fun and I no longer felt safe. And it was the best decision I could have made because when I did come back it was on my terms, there was no pressure, and I felt a lot better. I did end up having to leave again though because of real world stuff and I did’t know if I’d be able to come back which sucked. But I was able to and honestly I’m happier than ever and feeling so much better about being here :3 ( mostly thanks to @manichaeisms who’s the fucking best even tho she sent me all of these which is rude af )

How has rp changed you personally?

I don’t know. I mean I think it’s given me a good outlet and space to explore which has made me a happier person. Especially when my mom passed away, the whole world felt broken, but I had a place to turn which was really important. And now it’s still a really good outlet because my life is so weird and I don’t get out much but I have such a lovely place to turn and it’s given me the chance to meet quite a few wonderful people. So yeah, happier, it’s made me happier lol.

Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

Nah, I can’t even really imagine doing something like that. Plus I think if I did do it I’d then just be so panicked that someone would find out it would just be a stressful ordeal. And like…so embarrassing?? I dunno, seems like a silly thing to do lmao.

Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?

Well thus far I’ve actually been quite lucky not to receive very much. I can’t remember what the first time I got some was, but I’ll never forget someone being a dick to me because I said Lev Grossman isn’t great at writing people. Even though I did say he was great at world building. So I did reply to that mostly because it was like just so ridiculous. And then they forgot to hit anon on their last message and outed themselves which frankly was funny karma. So I guess if it’s something that’s not like just cruel hate I’d probably post and address it. As for cruel hate I’d like to think I would delete it but I guess I won’t really know until faced with it.

Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?

Kind of? I mean if it’s a small fandom and I’m writing a main character from it then I’m more likely to follow. But I’m not like that anymore. If I followed you or followed you back it’s because I have a genuine interest in writing with you.

Have you ever stolen something from someone else?

Absolutely not. I’ve had little things taken and that felt like shit I can’t imagine doing that to someone. It’s a shitty practice and I just don’t understand people who do it tbh.

Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

I absolutely am! I completely understand why people feel insecure with them, and even I do sometimes as well. But I think it’s so rad how so many people can write the same muse and still bring something different to the table. And I’m 110% here for twin au’s and shit like that because it’s just fun to bond with someone over their good taste.

Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

For a bit. But like I take not following back as a sign that they don’t wanna write with me which it totally fine. I’ll unfollow though because I’m not writing with them which like I would assume people would do the same with me as well so it’s not a big deal at the end of the day.

What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

I have pretty mixed feelings about it. Personally I believe that if you can send in a meme then you should if you’re gonna reblog it. Otherwise just reblog it from the source. But also it’s not like I’ll unfollow or freak out if someone doesn’t send it in. Though I do follow that, if I can send it in then I will.

Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain?

I’m sure there has been but I can’t think of it rn. Most rp terms my friend kind of just laid out for me in the beginning so I wasn’t too lost. And google usually has my back as well. But since nothing has happened super recently I don’t have a proper example lol.

How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

I don’t love it. But I’ll usually just soft block and move on. It’s nothing against personals, they just don’t know the etiquette usually, and also don’t necessarily think to look at rules or anything like that because most personals don’t have rules the way rp blogs do.

Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

Sometimes I read other people’s but not all the time cause keeping track of my own threads is hard enough with trying to keep track of other’s to see what’s going on lmao.

How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

I think it’s great. I do my best to tag them but I also don’t think I post too much that’s triggering. The only things I won’t tag are ones that are common to my muse. Like alcohol and drugs wouldn’t get tagged because it’s something that a muse partakes in. But again, I’m not reblogging stuff like that very often. And if someone asked me to tag something specific that doesn’t appear often and I missed then I will happily do my best to do so and remember in the future that someone needs it tagged.

#krumovik #*:･ﾟ✧ ❝ you think i don’t already know which type of donut i would be ?? ❞ ( ooc )

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petite-neko · 7 years

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Fanfiction: Survivor Story Summary: Anything was better than that. Characters: Law, Beop, Hearts Crew, (Luffy) Pairing: Lawlu Rating: T Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Self-deprecating thoughts, Subtle mention of alcohol usage and/or drug usage. Day/Prompt: Day 4 : A - Awareness A/N: Sooo~ I decided to write a second part. Here you go. (Continuation of Revoke. I’ll figure out a title later.)

.xxx. - Scene jumps.

.+++. - PoV Switch

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“We’re leaving.”

Those were the words as he hopped onto his deck, ushering his crew to board the submarine.

He had expected the protests from his crew, but he dismissed them and repeated himself, glancing at each member of his crew with insistence in his eyes.

As always, they obeyed, even if begrudgingly.

“…Captain, the Strawhats are screaming something at us.”

Law tensed but toned out the shouts from the other ship.

“Ignore it. We’re leaving.”

“…But what about Mugiwara?”

(His entire body went rigid.)

“He has his own competent doctor.” And he knew his voice was venomous right now. (Away. Away. Push him away.) “And it isn’t likely that he would require intensive surgery again.”

“…Captain…”

“We’re leaving!” He wouldn’t accept their pity right now. He knew what they were speculating.

And so he stormed off and towards his room – because he couldn’t. Couldn’t look at their eyes. Couldn’t doubt that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong and this was a complete mistake.

(A fight, they probably thought – and he supposed that they were right.)

All I could think about…

But – no. This wasn’t Luffy’s fault. Sure, Luffy made him mad. Sure, if Luffy hadn’t been such a damn selfish idiot, none of this would have happened. But Luffy wasn’t to fault for the so-called ‘breakup.’

Poison. Poison. Poison. His fault. Bringing him down…

Because it was his fault for sticking around for too long. Because all he ever did was lose people, and he just couldn’t lose Luffy too.

(And, sure, he supposed that this was a form of loss, it was the lesser of the evils. That Luffy was still alive out there. That he hadn’t permanently lost him. That Luffy didn’t have to suffer and lose everything because of him. That Luffy could fulfill his dreams and smile and laugh. Obtain that freedom he sought, a freedom which would never be granted as long as he was with him.)

.xxx.

Law had ordered his crew to not pick up the phone under any circumstances. To just keep on sailing for days on end. Distance – he needed to distance himself from Luffy.

Eventually, though, the news had to be broken to his crew. And, a week after the ‘fight’ he finally announced it.

“Our alliance with the Strawhats is over.”

Again, the expected protests. Although, it seemed that his crew had at least began to come to the conclusion that this was the result or at least one of them.

They tried to convince him to think about it or tell him to reconsider his actions. State he was being rash…

But it was Bepo that spoke up, asking the question that they all wondered was true or not.

“…Is this because the two of you fought Captain?”

Law sighed. Well, he might as well inform them. “…While, yes, we fought, the break up of the alliance was ultimately my decision. We’ve already accomplished our original goals, and had merely been sticking together for the betterment of both of our crews.” He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it. “It was bound to happen one day when the risks outweigh the benefits. And, so I called it off. I informed Mugiwara-ya that the alliance is over. However, it does not necessarily mean that our two crews are actively at war. We just are no longer allied.”

…Certainly, he supposed of he had seen the Strawhats being attacked, he would not have any qualms about his crew assisting the other. Or even if they ended up against the same enemy. Nor would he have any qualms about their crew helping his. (Although, he would most certainly avoid battle as long as that particular captain was around.) As long as they didn’t get in the way of his goals and adventures, things were fine.

More murmurs.

“So, don’t hold any grudges – there are none to hold. And, if they call, hang up. We are merely two pirate crews sailing the same seas now. As long as we do not get in the other’s way, it should be smooth sailing. Although, since I highly suspect they may attempt contact: I will most definitely not be answering the phone.”

And, with the meeting adjourned, Law returned to his room.

By the time he reached for the handle, he found his hand shaking. Mess – he was a complete mess. For when he closed the door behind him, he found himself shuddering as he slid down, knees touching his chest. He found his hands coming up and tightly gripping at his hat, his entire body violently trembling. And yes - yes – it hurt. It hurt knowing that he had to separate himself from Luffy. But – Luffy’s life mattered more.

(Because he always screwed up. Because he always brought a swath of death and destruction in his wake. Because he always ended up utterly alone.)

He would stay out of Luffy’s way. Keep his ill-fated aura away from him. Let him obtain his goals and watch from afar.

.+++.

Whatever the captain said was what happened. It didn’t mean the crew approved of it however.

They weren’t going to pretend that they truly understood what was going on in their captain’s head, but it didn’t mean they didn’t try.

The fight had happened after Mugiwara had been so close to death, and that, they concluded, was what had caused the incident.

(They all knew how deeply the prospect of Mugiwara’s death had affected their captain. The way that he wouldn’t leave Mugiwara’s side. The way he would wake up from whenever he passed out screaming Mugiwara’s name – not his nickname. His paranoia whenever it seemed that Mugiwara would take a turn for the worse. And his elation when Mugiwara broke out of his unconsciousness. Of how Mugiwara had just whispered his name, shook him awake and was responsive.)

Their captain had probably just simply exploded from the emotionally tense week and a half that Mugiwara had been unconscious.

They had also gotten so many calls from the Strawhats as well. At first it was every other member – with the exception of the captain of course. (Who had more than likely only been forbidden to talk on the phone due to his injuries.) And then mostly Nami. After a couple of weeks, the calls decreased in frequency before the Strawhat Captain took it upon himself to call. Always demanding to talk to Torao.

(And yes, the crew obeyed by hanging up on the other crew. But not before an apology.)

And speaking of the captain… well, he often holed himself up in his room. He had developed a penchant for hording newspaper articles in his room. (And other, less healthier, vices too. Although, those didn’t start until a certain captain had called while theirs had been in the room. Of course, demanding to speak to Torao as usual. And their captain? Well, the crew thought he would just storm out of the room, or just physically hang up the phone. No, instead he exploded. He screamed at Mugiwara, demanding that he just leave him alone. And uttering something along the lines of it’s not like he hasn’t done that before anyway. And, after that… well Mugiwara had stopped calling.)

And with these newfound habits of the captain, and his relatively recent actions, the crew could only hypothesise further. And come up with far more solid grounds that almost seemed confirmed.

It had been probably close to two months now. Two months of this.

No grudges to be held their ass.

But, really, they began to understand just what was bothering their captain.

The outburst, in all probability, was the key. But the fact that the returned news coos always had sections missing in regards to a certain ex-ally was a bonus as well.

It wasn’t an issue of the alliance no longer serving a benefit to both crews as the captain tried to pass it off as. No. This was an issue of their captain being scared.

Mugiwara’s potential death, being left alone… The newspaper articles…

Their captain was afraid to lose Mugiwara and be left behind to pick up the pieces.

Their captain was being a stupid, love-struck fool.

And they had to do something to snap him out of it. Before things became any worse.

#10 days of lawlu #lawlu #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #one piece #petiteneko:story #tlaw #onepiece #luffy #fanfic:survivor

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Hey there, welcome back! Today we’re going to talk about everyone’s favorite Saturday morning Grandpa...or I guess Uncle would be more accurate...that’s right..we’re finally going to dive into the Sagely Wisdom of Uncle Iroh and the immense spiritual knowledge that he teaches the main characters….and us in the process...so sit back, grab a Tsungi horn, heat some Jasmine Tea, and one more thing before we get started, on the subject of Wisdom - we do a live event every full moon, every month called the Wisdom Moons. The next one is coming up soon! Use the link below to see how you can join our live event. I hope to see you there!

For those of you who haven’t seen the show, Iroh is the oldest main character that we follow actively through the series.... and is pretty much your Lao Tzu or Mystical Buddha kind of guy. He was a general of the Fire Nation and one of its greatest warriors, having the title “The Dragon of the West,” laying siege to the Earth Capital, but retired after his son Lu Ten was killed in action, and he became disillusioned with the war effort. When we first meet him though, Iroh is introduced as the uncle of Zuko, and acts as a father figure to him, as well as a moral compass, giving him great advice -which Zuko often ignores…..and accompanies him on his hunt for the Avatar, slowly teaching him to accept his true nature and become more in balance with himself.

Despite his fire nation origin, though.. he’s not a bad guy...in fact, he’s probably one of the beating moral hearts of the show, who -in stark contrast to Zuko, is easygoing, friendly, and dryly good-humored….let’s face it, aside from Sokka, he’s probably at the top of the list for most peoples favorite characters growing up. Exceptionally… when I’m old and grey, I want to be just like Iroh… and Gandalf… and Dumbledoor anyways right from episode 1, we see Iroh’s greatest virtue and wisdom...patience. Iroh doesn’t have it easy on the show, for, in the beginning, Zuko treats him pretty poorly, ignoring his advice and shouting at him a fair bit. Yet Iroh is there for him, no matter what, as he understands the importance of family and being there for the people who matter, undoubtedly coming from his son's loss.

As the series progressed and he got more screen time, we started to see his actions' real wisdom, but season 1 set his groundwork up as embodying patience, serenity, and mindfulness. Unlike most of the fire nation, he’s a man who sees beauty in the most superficial aspects of life, treating his self-imposed exile almost like an extended vacation to see the world. As Colin Mchannan points out...Iroh is a great man, sure, but what makes him truly wise and believable is his journey. He didn’t start as a mystical Buddha with life all figured out. He was broken….having lost the thing that mattered most to him -his child, and it defined him. The best part, though, and the ultimate lesson, is that Iroh let it define him in the best way. He could have been bitter and angry, but he instead chose to live the remainder of his life to the fullest in an attempt to avoid the mistakes and regrets from his earlier life….

In fact, in "Tales of Ba Sing Se" (one of the best episodes ever…), it’s suggested in that section where he sings Little Soldier Boy that some of that great optimism and generosity that he’s known so well for are a form of post-traumatic growth coming from the loss of his son. Like the waterbenders, he embraces the concept of flow and learns to move with the tide of life rather than stay stagnant and bitter.

Speaking of Waterbenders, this brings us to some of his best attributes that countless people have learned from…..his quotes...of everything, he’s probably best known for his words of wisdom as he freely advises most of the characters throughout the series. One passage, in particular, is often brought up as one of his best. When teaching Zuko in season 2 about lightning bending, Iroh explains that “It’s important to draw wisdom from many places. If we take it from only one place, it becomes rigid and stale.” Adhering to this philosophy eventually led him to develop a lightning bending -a technique never before seen, by studying the push and pull of water bending. Equally, he tries to convince Zuko that understanding Earth bending is just as important when he's fire turning to develop a real understanding of the element...which amazingly, Zuko then carries on to Aang during his training later on..

One of the best parts of Season 3 is when we learn that Iroh lied about killing the last Dragon to protect the ancient Dragon Masters Ren and Shaw, and even be their student. Through his compassion, he drove his firebending powers from vitality, heart, and life force rather than from rage as most of his contemporary firebenders did, thereby gaining a power none of them had.

For us, wisdom is essentially the same when applied to any aspect of life. Suppose you learn about something from only one source. In that case, you’ll pick up all the biases and influences from that source and never form your own opinion...but if instead, you look in different places for the inherent wisdom, you’ll end up a much more whole and balanced individual. I think Iroh’s insight here stems from his understanding of the four nations as balancers of each other. See, his nature and the course of his life have brought him to a philosophy that embraces peacefulness, harmony, and mutual understanding rather than conflict….but what’s more, it seems like he would much rather see the four nations live in mutual peace as opposed to single fire nation rule, as each one brings something unique to the table

While people often compare him to a Budhha like figure, I think a much better comparison is Budhai, the Chinese monk who’s often depicted as the fat or laughing Buddha, rather than Sidhurtta himself. Ironically, despite his carefree and detached attitude, he is something of a hedonist in his old age. He likes subtle pleasures, fancy tea, and seems to focus his life much more on relaxation and fun than he does on helping Zuko find Aang or engage in his nation’s nationalistic war. He often flirts with loads of girls in the series and is called handsome a couple of times! And he loves it….maybe he watched our recent episode on materialism and took it to heart…. Or maybe it’s a natural result of his earlier years conquesting, his soul is liberated from war, and all he wants now is to be jolly.

Ironically though, despite his focus on pleasure and relaxation, he does remark in season 1 that “the best tea tastes delicious whether it comes in a porcelain pot or a tin cup,” implying that it’s what’s nurtured inside that truly matters…..but he does accidentally poison himself with a flower in that episode too...sooo...you win some and lose some I guess.

The point is, like the kids of Avatar, he doesn’t take himself too seriously and takes the time to take “moments of quiet” in the face of a decision…..I was joking last time about him being a big kid. Still, the more I look at him, he kind of is…..and it’s excellent...while many of the series' notable characters were maturing throughout the show. Of course, there’s the 14-year-old warlord to boot, Iroh was already a "changed man" who already suffered tremendous loss and "matured" through that it…reminding us that “Failure is simply a chance to start over anew, this time only wiser.” Even when opening his tea shop, he points out that “There’s nothing wrong with a life of peace and prosperity,” advising Zuko to abandon his quest for honor….but even then, he never forces him because it has to be Zuko's decision to understand that on his own

Speaking of starting things, remember earlier how we explained that Iroh liked to draw wisdom from all the elements rather than just fire? A couple of fans have pointed out that his attitude towards tea is the perfect example of this. While Iroh’s love of tea is often played for laughs, there’s an underlying meaning and purpose -and to some extent, lesson, behind his passion for jasmine and ginseng tea that’s not often talked about.

To make an outstanding cuppa tea, all four of the bending elements are required. You need clay for the teapots and cups or the leaves from the ground, the water for the substance, Fire to heat the Tea, and the air to blow on the hot tea to cool it so you can drink it (even if you leave it out to cool naturally, it would get cold and taste worse). If you take one element out, the tea is either impossible to make or worse without it.. Iroh knew this, just as he knew that the only way to defeat the Fire Nation was for all four elements to work together. When on the boat to Ba Sing Se, Iroh gets a cold cup of tea and heats it with fire breath to the perfect temperature -all the while accidentally revealing to Jet that he’s a fire bender…

Iroh learned several things by watching other bending tribes. He knew that understanding others was the only way to be whole. Tea, then, is a physical manifestation of these teachings. On the surface, Iroh’s love of tea could be viewed as nothing more than a simple character trait, but it also serves as a representation of his spirituality and calming nature. In the context of achieving harmony and balance among the four nations, it's a lesson on the value of tolerance, balance, and listening that Uncle Iroh passed on to Zuko. And while this theory is just Reddit headcanon, it's a deep and meaningful way to look at Iroh's love of tea in a new light….he didn’t enjoy any old cup, only one that was truly and fully balanced with all the elements working together in unison

But the beautiful thing about Iroh is that he also can stand for the intensity of the fiery element and knows precisely how and when to use it. He rarely exhibits such power; one example is when he yells at Zuko under Lake Laogai.

Play clip: It's time for you to look inward and start asking yourself the big question: who are you, and what do YOU want?!

And that’s when he’s delivering compassionate wisdom with intensity! He also liberates all of Ba Sing Se at the very end of the series, after a getting ripped in jail montage, and shows exactly why they called him the Dragon of the West. All in all, Iroh’s philosophy of flow is undoubtedly inspired by Taoist values and helps to bring profound spiritual wisdom to a younger audience. If you haven’t seen it yet, I would recommend wholeheartedly going and checking out the series...even just for him alone….I could have written this entire video made up of just his quotes, and it would be equally as great...so I think Iroh is a modern-day ascended master. Even his bending forms are influenced by Southern Shaolin, Dragon, and Form-intention styles of Kung-Fu, all of which match his personality pretty well.

Interestingly, Kaci Ferrell pointed out in reviews that after the season 2 episode of Legend of Korra where Iroh appeared to her in the spirit world, Korra became a much more likable character with the fans because she took Iroh’s wisdom on board…..even in death he’s bringing the fandom together! So with that, thanks so much for watching! We’ll leave a link to some of Iroh’s best quotes and snippets of wisdom below so you can check them out, but otherwise, totally go and watch ATLA cause there’s so much more wisdom hidden inside it...and always remember, above all else…….that being sick of tea is like being sick of breathing. Toodles!

Sources:

The Lost Scrolls: Fire, page 159 of The Lost Scrolls Collection.

Director: Ethan Spaulding; Writer: Elizabeth Welch Ehasz (April 7, 2006). "Return to Omashu." Avatar: The Last Airbender. Season 2. Episode 3

Ferrell, Kaci (November 9, 2013). "The Legend of Korra season 2 episode 10 review: A New Spiritual Age". Den of Geek.

McMahon, Colin (March 28, 2014). "The Wisdom to Be Learned from Uncle Iroh." The Red Rings of Redemption.

Director: Giancarlo Volpe; Writers: Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko (2006-09-15). "The Drill." Avatar: The Last Airbender. Season 2. Episode 13. Nickelodeon.

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