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“ I KNOW, NOW. All of you taught it to me… so I know it must be true. Now, just like then, my hitters are there. And they’re waiting… for the BEST SET that I can give them !! ”

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reaching a milestone when i’ve been hardly active...

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火 ༄  @illtakeyourthrone​ sent: “trace” from Katara |  send “brush” to accidentally touch one of my muse’s scars, send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars, or send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places | accepting.

    Whatever could possibly urge Katara to run her fingers down the lines of his scar is something the prince might never figure out by himself. During the first and last time she had done so, they were met with difficult circumstances. This time, however, her reasoning is mysterious, considering they were doing nothing but sharing small talk. The sudden gesture, albeit rather comforting, jumbles Zuko’s mind with more questions after each passing second. “ Katara...? ” He calls out, voice soft as if not to push her away, though his body is as stiff as a rock. “ Uh... w..what’s up...? ”

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Oh i hope you've been doing well! Have a nice day too! :)

thank you babe!!

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火 ༄  anonymous sent:  " Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch." - @the-sleuthy-one​ 👉👈  |  send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.  |  accepting.

    Unbelievable. There was no need for the prince to say it out loud, for his expression perfectly conveyed his incredulity. Part of him wants to take this spirit-given opportunity to take revenge on Sokka for all the little pranks he has been caught on, but Zuko unfortunately wasn’t blessed with the warrior’s ingenious mind, especially when it pertained to humor. Instead, he proceeds to take one of the cushions from the other couch, promptly throwing it at his friend’s face with a full swing of his arm. 

    “ You forgot your PILLOW. ”

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so my kr test was cancelled in all national territory, which makes perfect sense given the situation, but i’m still terribly upset because they’ve been postponing it since april and i really need that certificate on my curriculum. i have extra free time now but it might take a while for me to come back with more muse than writing a few replies per week.

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    He’ll promptly scan her frame for any serious injuries, keeping his hands to himself as he hasn’t quite yet confirmed any broken bones. He’s crouching down, not offering much of a sympathetic look, rather greeting her with a burdensome one. The last thing Zuko wants is trouble stirring up in the neighborhood and possibly scaring away his uncle’s clients; it explains why he gets occasionally mixed up in gang fights or its aftermath ( someone has to clean it up! ). 

    This kind of attitude is not at all unfamiliar ― her snarky comment draws only a sigh out of him. “ Funny that you have the guts to talk about blood when you’re the one bleeding. ” He retorts, but still complies with taking her hand in his and pulling her up. If she has the energy for sarcasm, she must be doing just fine. “ How did you even get yourself in this situation anyway? ” Not that he is truly expecting the question to be fully answered; he knows better than to pry on someone else’s conflicts. It’s the simple wish to help keep the peace that drives his curiosity ― any information he could coax out of her was worth the attempt.

@pureflame​ said :  “i’m not leaving you here.”

    ❝  you some kind of BLEEDIN’ heart , bro ?  ❞  still , though , she’ll accept the help .  no position to deny it anyways , hard to when in a position like her’s ; bruised & covered in a bit of blood , sitting tiredly against a wall .  is the blood her own ?  the other guys passed out not too far from her ?  a mix ?  she’s unsure .  REGARDLESS , this situation is her fault .  don’t go searching for a fight , even if it’s to blow off steam .  or , at the very least , be more CAREFUL of who you pick a fight with … doesn’t matter if you WON or not . 

    but with a HEAVY sigh , she’ll reach her hand towards him , waiting for him to pull her up .  ❝  if you’re not leavin’ me , might as well be useful & help me up .  ❞

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me: takes a week to respond to a thread

rp partner: responds five minutes later

me: oh sweet baby jesus

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that’s it. have a good day buddies.

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me: i want to write fluffy things! shippy things! love! and! happiness! zuko, not giving half a breadcrumb-sized fuck:

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火 ༄  @kakiaktok​ sent: brush!  |  send “brush” to accidentally touch one of my muse’s scars, send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars, or send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places | accepting.

    He’s unsure whether the touch was on purpose or not, but regardless of her intentions, Zuko doesn’t entertain much of a reaction. His gaze is as calm as ever, only slightly pulling away and taking it upon himself to gently grab her hand with one of his own. He’s not bothered or angry, simply confused with the gesture; also deeming his scarred skin wasn’t pleasant for Katara to touch if it were an accident. “ Careful there. ”

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    “ Will you quit your incessant teasing? I’ve already told you she’s NOT my girlfriend! ” His failed attempt at, once again, ignoring the unsolicited lecture ended with clear embarrassment on Zuko’s part, a hand traveling upwards to rub his tensed forehead. “ Look, I’m not here for your services. I’ve been in the Earth Kingdom for a while now and I just happened to spot you across the room. ” He feebly added, following with a sharp and dour gaze shot towards her. “ We’ve been shifting into peaceful times. I think you should start worrying about your career choice rather than concerning yourself with my relationships! ”

            “I’m not going to help you find your girlfriend again,” she - somewhat defensively began. Mouth pressed against the smooth surface of a tavern cup, she took a drink before lowering the beverage to the wooden table she was seated at. “You’ve eventually got to take a hint,” she went on. “When they run away - it’s because they’re done with you,” an elaboration the prince didn’t ask for. // @pureflame​

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aaetherius​:

       Azure irises wandered upwards to verdant leaves rustling against the breeze and dark skies that loomed overhead - the faintest of steam wafting into the air from a nearby fire. An herbal scent lingered in the brisk air and he decides, for better or worse, to head towards it - thick, armored boots treading softly, barely making a noise as six, massive wings drew inward against his back until they vanished entirely from sight. He had learned, long ago, it was best to try to blend in as much as possible when transversing to other worlds. Though, even with pearly, white wings gone his immaculate features and snowy locks had a tendency to make him stick out like a sore thumb. Ah, well, he supposed it didn’t matter terribly much. After all, he was only here to observe rather than to intervene. Beneath the silvery glow of the moon, he almost seemed to glow - even more so as looming trees began to thin out and that pleasant scent began to tickle his nose all the more.

      The thought; however, is briefly discarded when another’s voice breaks his train of thought. And he halts for a moment before ducking beneath a few low-hanging branches to reveal himself. A gentle smile falling onto pale lips in greeting. The worst about traveling to other realms was, well, the fact that he could rarely choose where he ended up. “Good evening.” Evening might not have been the best word to describe the off hour, but he harbored little sense of time when he didn’t need to sleep and could, in theory, live for the rest of eternity. “I hope you will forgive my disturbance. I’m afraid I managed to get myself lost.” His voice is pleasant, polite despite the defensive stance the other took (and he never once made a move to settle slender fingers over one of his own blades). “But then I smelled that drink you’re making and decided to follow it.” He would rather avoid an unnecessary fight.     

    Relying entirely and solely on trusting his instincts was generally not a good idea in Zuko’s current view, in contrast to his younger self ― having an exemplary set of skills and implementing them through situation analysis being his new strategy of choice. However, even for someone as tactical as him, it was plenty obvious that this strange man was much more powerful than mere imagination could illustrate, and not the gentlest of smiles could rid Zuko of that threatening feeling creeping around his figure. The prince quickly realized that, had he attempted something, there would be no well-thought-out plan that could save him from experiencing an utterly miserable defeat. Thankfully, judging by the other’s composure, the unwillingness to engage in a fight was mutual, and Zuko strongly hoped it would remain that way.

    As the stranger spoke, the tension in Zuko’s body eased, and his fingers started to slowly distance themselves from one of the blades. It was rather difficult to believe the man’s words ( with fear being the main catalyst ), but he attempted at somewhat mirroring the level of politeness, at the very least. “ ... I.. see. Good evening. ” He breathed out the remaining signs of anxiety from his voice. “ Travelers are not common around here. You’ve managed to get yourself lost pretty deep into the woods. ” The innocence in the act of curiously following a smell had Zuko furrowing a brow in disbelief, though that would be an admittedly funny excuse to have if the other wasn’t being sincere. Consequently, the prince tried to hide the hints of a smile by bringing a closed fist upwards to rest against his lips, glancing away momentarily to recollect himself. 

    “ Um... you’re pretty far from any foreigner-friendly civilization. It’s difficult to even reach this side of the island without getting hurt. ” There was a moment his expression conveyed genuine concern as golden irises returned to hover over the other’s features. “ Unless you want to deal with some wild-animal-trouble, you probably shouldn’t go exploring at night. ” Zuko’s tone, however, was as stern as ever to accompany his dry and sarcastic humor, but it quickly softened with the next offering. “ ... You can take a seat, if you want. ” Of course, there wasn’t much of a seat besides the uncomfortable logs scattered around the fire Zuko made. A big pot of soup sat right in the middle, still cold, so the dominant smell was that of his freshly brewed jasmine tea.

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“ the strength of your heart, makes you who you are “

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atla/lok + Zuko´s life: a summary  

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