paishodragon

[paishodragon]

be proud of your original characters. it's no easy task to create a character from scratch, to make them believable and real and human. it takes time. it takes dedication. so what if they aren't perfect right away? so what if there are still things you're only now figuring out after time? characters evolve, they go through changes and arcs and stories just like real people do. and it's okay if your character develops over time, you don't need to have it all figured out right away. there are some things that will only ever clear up after writing them for a while, finding their voice, and seeing the way they interact with other characters. but this is your character, your creation, and you deserve to feel proud about it no matter what.

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༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

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avatar the last airbender + text posts

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I am the greatest earthbender in the world! And don’t you dunderheads ever forget it!

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER (2005 - 2008)

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@honorforged @disgraceofthenation

@wheatsprig

do you ever think about how uncle iroh's goodwill in ba sing se (batshit sentence but that is indeed a thing that happened) is the only thing that kept zuko from getting disappeared for causing a ruckus like jet did

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the whole world would have ended if katara hadn’t gotten incoherently, righteously enraged with her brother and THAT’S the power of the cain instinct

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Royal Flames

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I am so, so sorry, Uncle. I am so sorry and ashamed of what I did. I don’t know how can I ever make it up to you…

eh…I feel like crap, I can’t draw the way I want to but I have a lot of feelings, so..eh..this relationship should get an award or something..

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Reading wiki and came across the fact that Iroh has such a strong spiritual connection is that he has find a way to travel into the spirit world to search for Lu Ten but never did find him

Wondering if he ever about to wander into the fog of lost soul purposefully to see if maybe his son is in there

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Go on Anon and tell me your muses thoughts on mine.

Good, bad, ugly- Doesn’t matter, nows your muses chance to voice their thoughts anonymously.

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Fire Family Week June 2025, day 2 - “Hail Fire Lord...”

Hail Fire Lord Iroh and Crown Prince Zuko!

There's a theory (1, 2) that Azulon did not want to kill Zuko but to make Ozai give his son to Iroh to continue the dynasty. That would be much more humiliating; I believe Ozai would prefer Zuko killed. Anyway this AU has a potential, don't you think so?

I've read in a chinese fairytale that the left side is more important since the heart is on the left. And Azula in "Sozin's Comet, Part 1: The Phoenix King" sat at Ozai's left hand. So I decided this is more important place.

Tagging @waterfire1848 since you're the host, right?

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PotC: The Curse of the Black Pearl  {Sentence Starters}

“You cheated!”

“Very well. I’ll drop it.“

“Yes it is, I’ve seen it.“

“I recognize this ship!”

“Why is the rum gone?”

“You know nothing of hell.“

“I’m in the market, as it were.“

“You’re supposed to be dead!”

“No! Not good! Stop! Not good!“

“Stop blowing holes in my ship!”

“This dock is off-limits to civilians.”

“I told you he was telling the truth.“

“Pirate or not, this man saved my life.“

“This is either madness… or brilliance.“

“We’re going to steal a ship? That ship?“

“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you mean.“

“Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.”

“I want you to leave and never come back.“

“You’ve only got one shot, and we can’t die.“

“So, this is where your heart truly lies, then?“

“That’s got to be the best pirate I’ve ever seen.“

“A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!“

“No. I cannot just step aside and let you escape.“

“Everyone, stay calm, we’re taking over the ship!“

“That’s why there’s no sense to be killing you, yet.“

“That’s not true… I am not obsessed with treasure.“

“Put it away, son. It’s not worth you getting beat again.“

“Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him.”

“You best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one!“

“I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means ‘no’.”

“If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.“

“Lower your weapons. For goodness sake, put them down.“

“You are, without a doubt, the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of.”

“Well, that’s not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?“

“It would never have worked out between us, darling. I’m sorry.“

“I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that.“

“The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules.”

“No survivors? Then, where do the stories come from, I wonder?“

“I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against _____.”

“So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?“

“I practice three hours a days so, when I meet a pirate, I can kill it.”

“But pirate is in your blood, so you’ll have to square with that some day.”

“Do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won’t see it?“

“I thought I had you figured. But, it turns out you’re a hard man to predict.“

“Fine. Well, I suppose if it is worthless then there’s no point in me keeping it.“

“One good deed is not enough to save a man from a lifetime of wickedness.“

“We are not among the living, and so we cannot die. But, neither are we dead!”

“You didn’t beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement! In a fair fight, I’d kill you!“

“Borrowed… borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back.“

“And how does a maid come to own a trinket such as that? Family heirloom, perhaps?“

“The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do.“

“Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?”

“For too long, I’ve been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died.“

“That’s what a ship is, you know. It’s not just a keel, and a hull, and a deck, and sails, that’s what a ship needs but what a ship is… is freedom.”

“Me, I’m dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. I mean honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for.“

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because we all know who was the real father for Zuko.

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Jet, what have you done?

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“Uncle?”

The light knock came at the door to the Jasmine Dragon’s office,set back away from the dining room. The teashop had been closed for about an hour now, and Iroh had been working on paperwork in the back room. The setting sun streams through his window, and his seat was comfortable and his tea was hot.

He hadn’t expected anyone to still be in the restaurant- so he startled a little at the voice, until not only the voice but the word registered.

His heart fluttered a little, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He was happy in Ba Sing Se, he was, but every day his heart ached a little for his nephew, wanting to be with him.

The door cracked open, and Iroh stood up to greet his nephew. The young man sensed permission to come in, and the smile in his eyes nearly brought tears to Iroh’s.

Before Iroh was able to get out of his seat, Zuko had already crossed the room, placing a brightly colored package on the desk. “It’s good to see you, Uncle. I know you weren’t expecting me, I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

Just the thought of Zuko interrupting anything seemed outlandish to Iroh, as Zuko was more important than anything in his life. “No, no, of course not, nephew. But what brings you here? Surely the throne is keeping you busy.” Iroh hoped there was no bad news.

In response, Zuko gestured to the package he had brought in, smiling, “I brought you something.”

Iroh looked down. The package was long and rectangular, like a book. It was wrapped neatly in thick red paper, a simple golden bow was elegantly wrapped around it.

He picked up the package, looking up at Zuko, who gestured for him to open it. Iroh slowly pulled at the ribbon, undoing the bow. The red paper was easily unwrapped, and Iroh was truly shocked at what laid in his hands.

Mounted in wood and glass, was a painting. In a delicate hand, black ink stretched across parchment, both smooth and jagged lines curving into the roots and branches of a tree.

It was beautiful, and must have cost a fortune, as he surveyed the details in the background behind the tree, the small and low buildings making a bustling market. Intricate blades of grass dotted the landscape, the sky and clouds painted so lightly they almost weren’t there. The skyline met a wall, that stretched across the back of the city…

Iroh stared. The details slowly began to click into place, and before he could even attempt to stop them, tears sprang to Iroh’s eyes.

“Zuko, this…this is…”

“I thought that, since he’s there, the tree should be immortalized in someway. To preserve the memory.”

Iroh was staring at a painting of the tree in Ba Sing Se, the tree his son was buried under.

His smile wobbled, and he looked up at his nephew, who had a light smile on his face— Zuko seemed hesitant to say more, as if he wasn’t sure if his uncle’s tears were of joy or not.

But his uncle immediately moved around the desk towards his nephew. Zuko was a fair bit taller than him now, at least a good 6 inches, so Iroh’s hug ran around Zuko’s waist, putting his head on his nephew’s chest. He squeezed tight, tears slipping from his eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you, Zuko. I love it. I love it.”

“I’m glad you do— I was a little worried it would be…too painful.”

Iroh shook his head against his nephew. “No, no. I miss Lu Ten, every day, but… I also have you.”

Iroh could just make out the faint beat of Zuko’s heart against his cheek, his second son, wonderfully alive.

“Whenever it becomes too much, I think of you. You are what gets me through the bad days. I love you.”

“I love you too, Uncle,” there was a smile in Zuko’s voice, “Happy Father’s Day.”

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The morning sun spilled soft golden light across the garden courtyard, warming the stone path and the teapot Zuko held between his hands. It was one of Iroh’s favorites. An old, slightly chipped one from their Ba Sing Se days. He’d had to search through a few storage trunks to find it. Zuko took a breath, the scent of jasmine and ginseng rising from the steam. He still wasn’t great at words, not when it came to things like this. But today felt like the right time. The right moment.

He found Iroh beneath the blooming cherry tree, dozing lightly in a chair with a book folded against his chest. Zuko hesitated, watching him for a moment, so at peace, as if the war had never touched him, as if they’d both been spared. He stepped forward quietly, kneeling beside the low table, and gently poured the tea.

“I know it’s not a Fire Nation holiday,” Zuko said quietly, almost awkwardly. “But… happy Father’s Day, Uncle.” His voice softened. “You were more of a father to me than he ever was,” He said, his voice quieter now. “You taught me how to live. How to be kind, how to listen, how to forgive. You believed in me when I didn’t deserve it. When no one else did. Even when I pushed you away… you never stopped being there.” His eyes dropped to the teacup, hands tightening slightly around it. “I know I don’t always say it, but… I love you, Uncle. I wouldn’t be who I am without you. I don’t know if I’d even be alive without you.” Zuko looked up then, meeting Iroh’s eyes. “Thank you. For everything.”