General Iroh's Honor

Prince Charming and the Huntsman ——- I imagine Iroh...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 15:16:33 -0500

Prince Charming and the Huntsman

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I imagine Iroh couldn’t stop fooling around with Bolin until literally they were running late. Thus Bolin has unexpected sex hair. ;D

SFW Broh - Pause for an hour

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 14:11:20 -0500

SFW Broh - Pause for an hour:

generalirohshonor:

However not everything on my dash will be SFW >_>

Progress so far:

SFW Broh

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 12:56:25 -0500

SFW Broh:

However not everything on my dash will be SFW >_>

OOC: Broh Costume Ideas?

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 12:51:05 -0500

Does anyone have a costume idea for Broh? I want to draw them in Halloween stuff but I can’t figure anything out… I was thinking Disney Princes, but then I thought something like Sterek… You know Broh would totally be dorks and love watching shows like that. Any suggestions before I start drawing?

Falling - Part 3

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 10:09:00 -0500

Cadet Bolin AU - Falling

Rating: PG-13 so far

Part 3/?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Chapter 3

At the same time the next week Iroh sat in his office, his fingertips spotted with ink as the brush moved across the paper, black ink marking the page in his signature and instruction. He knew Bolin would come when he was released from his duties, which could honestly be anytime from five minutes to several hours later. Work had a way of coming up, especially for the cadets, little surprises here and there to keep them around longer.

At their last port stop they managed to pick up another Earth bender, though someone who was already trained in battle and of higher rank. She would be working with Bolin on a one on one basis to teach him earth bending for the military, how to work with the fire benders, and she even spent some time under Linn’s tutelage. She was a kind but strict woman, and Iroh found himself rather fond of her. They’d grown up together, Ming and Iroh. Ming was only a couple of years older than him, but somehow their paths always managed to cross. Her hair had streaks of silver now, but her back was still straight and terrifying in uniform, though her smile came easily and so did her praise. As soon as Iroh had received word that Bolin was going to become a cadet Iroh sent for her, and since she owed him a favor or two for saving her life she’d come.

Ming would train Bolin as often as possible, often letting fire benders join to watch, helping Bolin work with them. Since he had experience with pro-bending it made it much easier, and Iroh was glad to know Bolin was picking things up quickly. He had a knack for working with others. However Ming had made sure that Bolin would get this day off.

His friend would join him for dinner now and then, old friends catching up. She’d picked up rather quickly that Iroh, the man too old for his years, was interested in the boy. Of course there’d been some teasing involved, but Ming soon couldn’t help but encourage him. Iroh made sure to tell her right away that she was not to push Bolin in his direction. He knew his friend, a widow herself with no children, would be eager for Iroh to find someone as he’d been essentially single the entire time they’d known each other, but Iroh was patient. He wanted Bolin to come to him of his own accord, not because he was pressured to. It was something he was adamant about until Ming finally dropped the subject.

It was good having her aboard, it was good knowing Bolin would have another person to look up to. And Iroh knew if Bolin ever had any questions about women he’d be able to go to Ming. She was strict, yes, but she was much like a mother in that regard. Iroh wished she’d been able to bear children before her husband passed away, but it was not meant to be. It left her being very good with children, and while Bolin was no longer a child he still had much to learn.

Of course the two of them had just met, but he had no doubt they’d become friends, Ming soon to become a fantastic mentor for him.

Hearing the small, hesitant knock at the door Iroh set his brush down. “Come in,” he instructed as he started wiping his fingertips on an old cloth. Seeing Bolin’s head peak in he gave him a smile and nodded towards the empty chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”

As Bolin came in Iroh moved over to the wash bin. His coat was hung on the back of his chair, his neck scarf hanging loosely around his shoulders and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. Of course Bolin had seen him more casually dressed as they’d been to dinner several times, but he couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s slight shocked look. Had it really been that long since Bolin had seen him out of uniform?

Quickly cleaning off his brush and hands he let Bolin sit as he moved about the room. “Did you enjoy your day?”

Bolin smiled lightly and gave a nod. “Yeah. I’ve been learning a lot this whole week!”

Iroh nodded, finding himself cleaning things as they chatted. Grabbing a small stack of books he began putting them away. He was stalling, but he wasn’t sure why. “I’m glad you’re taking to Ming so quickly.”

Bolin turned in the chair, one leg moving so he was sitting with one ankle on his knee, an arm carelessly thrown over the chair. “She’s really nice! Well, strict, but she’s never mean to me. It’s nice. I think a lot of the guys forget I’m not really a kid, and they tease me a lot. She makes me feel like an adult. Which I am, of course.”

Iroh couldn’t help but smile as he placed another book in its place. He turned around, his finger running down the spine of the book as he did. “Did you know you ramble when you are trying to convince yourself of something?”

“I do?” Bolin’s green eyes looked up at him, innocence was still there, despite the new facial hair that indicated Bolin hadn’t shaved for a few days.

“You do.” Taking the last scroll he placed it, too, in its proper place before returning to his desk and sitting down. Bolin followed him, leaning forward on Iroh’s desk and placing his arms on it, giving him an easy smile.

“Are you going to be like another private teacher, Roh?”

He’d missed the nickname. He didn’t honestly realize how much he had until he heard it grace Bolin’s lips. He must have given Bolin some strange look because the young man suddenly looked confused, wondering if he’d said something wrong. Iroh quickly shook his head, a quick movement of his hand as if brushing something away. “Teacher, I suppose. But I wanted to meet with you because we’re also friends. We are still friends, even if I’m your superior. Rank shouldn’t matter when we meet like this.”

“I-I like that. I miss us.” Bolin seemed to realize what he’d said, and quickly added, “I miss your friendship! I just… I guess I miss spending time with you, like we used to, you know?”

“I know.”

There was a brief knock at the door, Iroh looked over Bolin’s shoulder to the door. Bolin turned in his chair, his body language suggesting surprise. Standing up Iroh moved to the door, already knowing what it was. Ignoring the questioning eyes he could feel on his back he opened the door. Giving a brief nod to the kitchen hand he took the tray. It had two dished on it, each one covered to keep it warm as well as two chopsticks, a few napkins and drinks for both of them. Giving another nod he watched the man walk away, closing the door with his foot he turned to look at Bolin.

A small ‘o’ appeared on Bolin’s lips. It was a look of surprise, but one that left Iroh chuckling. “I thought we could have dinner in here.”

“But what if I spill something on your desk?” Bolin turned to look at the desk in question, the few papers and supplies that were organized neatly on it.

Iron moved back to the desk, sitting in his chair and placing the tray between them. He gave Bolin a raised eyebrow and a slight shake of his head. “It isn’t a problem. I’ve taken you to nice places before and you didn’t spill anything.”

“But I was nervous the whole time! I don’t know how to handle a napkin or the proper way to hold a glass or what utensil I’m supposed to use first, or how big of a bite I’m supposed to eat-“

“Bolin!”

The boy stopped his rant and looked up at him, his eyes wide as if he was panicking slightly.

“Bolin,” Iroh repeated again, more gentle this time. “It’s just us. There’s no one else in the room and I’m not going to judge you. You could take the plate and dump it right on my desk and you wouldn’t harm anything. I’d ask you to help me clean up the mess but everything can be replaced.”

Bolin’s shoulders relaxed slightly, some tension that he’d been holding releasing from his body. “You’re right. Sorry. I just, I don’t even know why I’m nervous.”

“I don’t know why either. It’s just me, Bolin. And as I recall, we did at one point have a bit of a burping contest after visiting that street vendor you’re so fond of.”

Bolin looked at him before bursting out in laughter, his hands wrapping around his stomach as he leaned back and let the laughter fill him.

Iroh laughed lightly as well, enjoying the way Bolin’s lips pulled up into a smile. It’d been a while since he’d seen Bolin laugh like that with him.

“You know, I’d forgotten that. I was so shocked when you burped after me! I thought I’d made such an idiot out of myself in front of you.”

“Never. You’re an amazing young man, Bolin. No one should think otherwise. And your burping skills are second to none.” He chuckled, remembering that particular outing. Bolin had been so embarrassed after he burped, covering his mouth and staring at Iroh with wide eyes. Iroh had removed his fingers from his lips, before burping in return, much to the younger man’s surprise. He still thought of that look on Bolin’s face whenever he had a particularly bad day. It always brought a smile to his face.

Bolin looked away, another blush on his cheeks before he started twiddling his fingers. “I miss going out with you. And your letters. I just miss you, I think. And whenever you told me you’d be coming I’d be nervous for weeks! And I’d go everyday down to the ports just to see if you arrived earlier than planned.”

As Bolin spoke Iroh set the plates in the right place, giving Bolin everything he needed for his meal. Iroh took his napkin, placing it in his lap and busying himself so he wouldn’t think too hard on Bolin’s words. He let a small silence break between them, trying to figure out what he was going to say. In truth he wanted to take the words as more than what they were, but he wasn’t going to. He refused to dwell on it. Bolin was young, not as young as he once was, but still. He needed to spend some time with others because Iroh wanted more than just a first crush. He wanted to be with Bolin in a proper relationship and he wasn’t sure Bolin was ready for that. “I miss it as well,” he finally settled on. “But I suppose now we can see each other more. You don’t need to worry about wondering when I’m available. And now we don’t have months between visits.” He smiled, trying to be reassuring but unsure if the smile was reaching his eyes.

Bolin nodded, thinking for a few moments before he sighed. Before his eyes Bolin seemed to gather himself, putting that smile of his back on, twinkle in his eyes and all. “Well, I’m starved! Let’s eat!”

Almost done with chapt 3 of Cadet!Bolin

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:40:15 -0500

This is apparently going to be a stupidly long fanfic… Ugh I’m sorry. But because my ask box is getting a lot of people requesting I continue it I will. I won’t really draw them much anymore unless I plaster my name across the art and turn off comments (at least on deviantart). So stay tuned, your requests will be rewarded.

can i just take a moment to say that the smut you wrote for fuckyeahbroh's birthday is just- just- AARHGAGRGAHGH. there i said it. i love you <3

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 20:27:35 -0500

Hahahaaaaa oh man thank you. I actually was in the middle of writing another but people keep stealing my fanfics and fanart and claiming that it’s theirs so I got kind of tired of it. I actually have the next three chapters already written of my Cadet Bolin AU but I just… I am so hesitant to post it. But getting messages like this make me almost want to do it. >_> Maybe if people stopped stealing stuff and people stopped telling me that I drew them wrong I might actually put up more stuff. I already have art and stories on my blog I just… Ugh.

Fill me with love like this and I may post it anyway >_>

Now you’re making me want to post it.

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-stares- Okay maybe I will let me think on it for a bit and I’ll probably post something.

Falling Part 2 - Cadet Bolin

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:31:00 -0500

generalirohshonor:

Cadet Bolin AU - Falling

Rating: PG-13 so far

Part 2/?

Part 1 | Part 2

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Chapter 2

The next couple of weeks were hectic. Iroh didn’t get much of an opportunity to give Bolin a tour of the ship, instead passing over to another new recruit while he oversaw the ship leaving dock. It took some time to make sure everything was where it needed to be, but Iroh trusted his team and soon they were off.

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I rewrote the ending to this chapter and started the 3rd chapter. This story will be starting up again.

Falling Part 1- Cadet Bolin AU

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:29:00 -0500

generalirohshonor:

Cadet Bolin AU - Falling

Rating: PG-13 so far

Part 1/?

Part 1 | Part 2

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Chapter 1

It wasn’t exactly the way he’d planned on waking up. Then again it wasn’t necessarily a bad way to.

With how busy Iroh’s schedule had been lately he had hardly any time for Bolin. So perhaps that was why he was waking up from his nap tied to the bed.

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I am reblogging this because I ended up rewriting the end of the 2nd chapter and started on the third chapter again. Which means this story will hopefully be starting up again now that everything’s been sorted out with the person stealing my fanfics.

Some Broh Smut written for me

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 19:16:33 -0500

A lovely human being joined me in my livestream chat and wrote me porn. I thought I’d share. THIS IS NOT DONE BY ME IT IS WRITTEN BY OUTER AND POSTED WITH PERMISSION.

Rated S for Smut

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Iroh had been having a not so good day today. His underlings had been particularly obtuse and unhelpful. At the very least he had the Air Temple with its open corridors, good food, and better company to ease the long day.
The tall man smiled to himself as he strolled down the long halwas, seeking out the earthbenders room- Bolin had mentioned wanting to have Pabu show off a trick to him. And Iroh would never turn down the chance to see the Earthbender and memorize another detail about him.
Like how Bolin always smelled of fresh clean earth- Iroh paused outside of Bolin’s doorway, hand lifting to rap at the doorway, when he thought he heard a moan. “I-Iroh-”
His name? A slow smile appeared on his face, as he cracked open the door, glancing into the room.

The large earthbender, all short, stock muscle sprawled out on the bed, legs apart and head thrown back, hand firmly wrapped around the throbbing member. Iroh froze as Bolin stroked upward, free hand clinging to the headboard, “I-Iroh!”

He slid into the room, soundlessly shut and locked the door behind him. It wouldn’t do to be interrupted, now would it?

Bolin was quivering at the edge of his orgasm, he could practically sense it, and before the Earthbender could actually send himself over, Iroh firmly grabbed his wrist and yanked up. There was a sudden, startled squawk of surprise as the earthbender’s eyes flew open, staring up at Iroh through lust filled ones, trying to get his mind back into the present.

“I-” The general cut him off with a kiss, tongue sweeping against Bolins lower lip, before nudging in. The earthbender yeilded easily, the moan rasping from one mouth into another. Eyes slid close as the free hand reached forward to wrap itself around Iroh’s shoulders, messing up his uniform just a little. That certainly could not be condoned.

Iroh plunged his tongue in further, seeking out the flavors of Bolin, tasting the faint spice of a meal already eaten. Soy Sauce- he had been eating noodles.

Even as the detached part of his mind analyzed the flavors, his hands were busy at work, One hand keeping Bolins arm pinned above his head, the other hand taking Bolin’s free arm, and bringing it to rest next to the other.

He probably needed to let the earthbender up for air. Slowly Iroh pulled back, swirling his tongue in the wet cavern, feeling Boling finally respond to him, and push him the rest of the way out. A small strand of aliva connected them just for a moment as the two panted into the warming air.

“I-Iroh-” wrists twitched against his hands, straining to touch him. “Thi-This is-”

Iroh smiled, “I don’t let everyone see me like this.”

Bolin blinked back at him, obviously having troubles jumpstarting his mind beyond the kiss. That was good, that was very, very good. It meant that no one had ever touched the earthbender like this, nobody had ever kissed the teen like this, and all of this was his.

Iroh kept his weight pinning the teen down, shifting both wrists to one hand as the other hand reached for his belt. Bolin’s eyes widened slightly as he thrashed underneath the taller body, “Wa-Wait a min-”

He kissed him again, feeling the Earthbender melt beneath the force, teeth nipping at the bottom lip, nibbling at it until it promised to be sore. His free hand pulled his belt off completely, and before Bolin had a chance to really think, hands were tied up against the headboard.

Iroh leaned back with a satisfied look on his face, “There, that should hold you.”

“What- Iroh! Please!” Bolin tugged at his restraints as the Firebender actually stepped away from his captured prize, eyeing the meal placed out before him. A thick flush creeped up Bolin’s cheeks and down his neck as he began to tuck into himself, embaressed of the prying stare.

“Stop.” Bolin froze, head jerking up to look at him. “Don’t hide yourself Bolin, I want to see you.”

He looked away, but uncurled just a little. Iroh hummed softly, as He slowly pulled off his suitjacket and laid it to the side, Bolin watching every move he made. Iroh smirked as he continued to neatly undress, feeling the tension strain higher and higher until- “Please Iroh, just come over here and-”

While Bolin complained, Iroh amusedly leaned over, catching his chin in his hand. “And what Bolin? What do you want me to do?” He could feel the heat through the gloves, as the earthbender stilled underneath the force of his stare.

“I-I want you to-to do me Iroh.”

“Do you? Why on earth should I? What do you want me to do to you Bolin?”

The teen looked flustered, and his mouth moved for a moment, trying to think of something anything. Iroh leaned over even further, mouth brushing against the shell of the ear, “Cat got your tongue? Or should I put that pink virgin mouth of yours to better use? How would you like that weight and length lying on your tongue, slipping in and out of those lips of yours?”

There was an answering whimper, “Or should I leave you like this hmmm? Leave you tied up and legs spread for anyone who comes by to use until you’re full and leaking. Until you can’t move anymore, and you just want to cum, but I won’t let you.”

Bolin groaned, as Iroh slowly pulled off one glove, slipping fingers into the warm, wet, moist cavern. “You’d like that, would you? You love that feeling, it’s just the sort of person you are. Or should I do it the other way around? Fill you up so full with water until you can’t take any more, a filling without any substance. I’ll pull you into my lap then, let you rut against my leg like a common dog as you tried to bring yourself to an orgasm, whining and begging but I won’t.”

Bolin mumbled past the three fingers in his mouth, body bucking sharply. Iroh didn’t even twitch, as he smirked, “Lick them Bolin, get them good and wet. I’m in a nice mood today, so I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

Bolin’s tongues swirled around the intrusion, seeking out a more comfortable place to be- Iroh kept his fingers inside, feeling his own cock strain agianst his pants. Patience.

“Didn’t you hear me Bolin? I said lick it.”

Bolin whimpered.

Iroh dragged the pads of his fingers against the bottom of his mouth, before pulling out. Bolin looked at his with wide eyes, as the taller man straddled the prone figure, eyes locked with wide green ones. He didn’t look as his hand drifted down between the legs, but Bolin jumped beneath him.

Legs attempted to snap close automatically, but Iroh smoothly slid one leg inbetween Bolin’s, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Rutting already? I haven’t even done anything.”

He let the spit-slickened fingers lazily curl around the base of the cock, lightly pressing against the balls. Bolin stammered incomprehensibly. Iroh tutted softly as he pried the legs apart, feeling the thick muscles tremble and twitch from overexertion.

The general grabbed the wide hips and pulled quickly, plopping Bolin right into his lap. Bolin was still trying to say something, voice beginning to climb higher and higher as hands uselessly clenched.

Iroh watched that expressive face as he brought his fingers further down than even that, slipping through the fleshy creases of the body, until they found it.

With a smile, he allowed one finger to flick against it, enjoying the low moan and whimper to the body beneath him. Iroh eyed the expanse of broad chest and neck in front of him as his fingertip pressed against the tight ring of muscles. Bolin moans, back arching in an attempt to either move away or get more. He wasn’t moving though, not yet- not until Bolin looked at him.

Cautiously green eyes peeked up at him, and just as they met his golden eyes, Iroh pressed in.

They rolled up instantly, as The body arched with a small cry, plunging it further in. Iroh smiled as he slid right up to the knuckle, scraping against the inside, looking for the small little bundle that would-

There was a small bump, and Bolin collapsed right into his lap, babbling and moaning. Sweat trickled down into the base of his throat, in that small hallow. “Do you like this feeling?” It was an idle question, Bolin couldn’t even begin to bring together the resources to actually answer, but that wasn’t exactly needed anyways. “Think you can take more? I think you can- you can take whatever I want, can’t you?”

Bolin whimpered. Iroh pulled the first finger out, making sure to press against the bundle again, before adding the second finger. Bolin gasped, body tightening around the two fingers, and Iroh took a stabilizing breath as the heat pounded into him. He had to remain calm, just for the moment.

He slid further in, and paused- Bolin wasn’t relaxing. “Relax Bolin.”

The teen whimpered

Iroh leaned forward, pressing his lips against the warm shoulderblade. He licked the skin, tasting the sweat, half feeling Bolin go even tenser beneath him- and teeth sank into flesh as he bit.

Bolin’s howl was cut off midway by Iroh’s mouth as his body arched upwards. Iroh smirked into the teens mouth as the red mark lingered, proof of his possession. He let the teens body adjust to the presence of the fingers, just for a few aching seconds, before scissoring them.

The earthbender bucked beneath him, crying into his mouth. Iroh used his free hand to grab a hip and press down- forcing the teen into some stillness as he twisted his fingers, and scissored again. He made sure to hit the bump this time.

The moan of pleasure was swallowed by his mouth. Iroh pulled away, allowing Boling to breathe, licking his lips as he regarded the pale, fit body that was all his. There was a sob beneath him, a low, dirty moan that forced itself from bruised lips. He scissored again, for one last final time, as his tongue slid itself roughly around the hard nipple.

Slowly he dragged his finger back, free hand fumbling with his pants, finally allowing the straining member open air, almost sighing in relief. The pants dropped down, and he kicked them away, shortly followed by his boxers.

A few swift strokes had him fully errect. Bolin shifted and moaned softly, before going completely still as he felt the head of Iroh’s cock press against his entrance. “W-Wait a minute Iroh, I- I don’t think it’s all gonna f-fit-mmmph!”

His mouth could be put to much better use, so Iroh ravanged the younger mans mouth as he pressed inwards, letting the thick, warm heat envelop him. Tight, tight tight, it feels so good, he feels so good, so tight and hot-

Bolin attempted to move- Iroh firmly grabbed his hips and forced him still. A low gasp sounded in the air, as he pushed all the way in, feeling Bolin rest against his balls. The body wrapped around him trembled slightly, a low tremor that soon faded, and only then did Iroh move, pulling out, nearly all the way until his head hit the tight ring of muscles and slamming back in.

The scream of pleasure made Iroh quite glad for thick walls. It wouldn’t do to have anyone trying to interrupt. Not when he was so close.

He firmly wrapped one hand around the base of the neglected cock, drawing the pad of his thumb up it in time to the thrusts. Bolin’s hips rocked to the movement, trying to match him, stuttering and failing at most cases, until he at last picked up the quick rhythym.

Iroh thrust one last time, letting the pounding white hot pleasure roll over him into near insensibility, sagging over Bolin, as the teen’s body arched and white splattered across his chest.

The next few moment were spent in silence, as the two occupants attempted to collect themselves, before Iroh took a deep breath, and pulled out as gently as he could. Bolin winced, but didn’t move, exhausted from the sudden, intense lovemaking.

Iroh wiped them both clean, pulled on his clothing, and lastly, untied Bolin from the bed.

Hazy green eyes stared up at him as Iroh smiled, and pulled on his gloves. One gloved hand caught the teen under the chin, tilting it up just ever so slightly. “Thank you for the fun time. I’ll be back for more another time.”

Red blossomed across Bolin’s cheeks as Iroh strolled out, “A-Another?”

-end-

Okay I couldn’t help it. Have some Broh. :D I’m...

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 19:15:06 -0500

Okay I couldn’t help it. Have some Broh. :D I’m still streaming but I’m moving onto my comic. Feel free to join me. http://www.livestream.com/kerushimangetsu

I can't not Broh - Livestreaming some Broh makeouts shortly

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 16:30:00 -0500

I can't not Broh - Livestreaming some Broh makeouts shortly:

I will be using this picture as a reference and not sure if I’ll do LOK, HP, or School AU for their clothing.

OOC

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 13:40:02 -0500

I know I haven’t been very active on this blog and I apologize. I’ve been getting the urge to draw Broh again for a while now but I am part of a few projects (including a comic that will be launching) and I’ve been busy with projects. By the time I relax and sit down to draw for myself I hardly churn out anything worth throwing up. So I know that you have all just been getting doodles but I’ll try to throw some stuff your way within the next couple of weeks. I’m moving across the country on the 13th so probably once I settle in I’ll be able to get you guys either more of a fanfic or some drawing. I know the fanfics haven’t been much lately but after my work was stolen I lost the desire to write for a while.

Either way I haven’t forgotten about this blog and I will my hardest to get you guys some more of my Broh love here soon. I know the 30 day challenge is being done by a lot of people right now but I’m thinking I’ll start that in Nov/Dec once things calm down. My comic will launch sometime around Halloween and once it does I won’t have to worry so much about promoting it which means more time for Broh. Hurray!

OOC

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 18:56:08 -0500

Just a quick promotion for myself but I started an art blog if any of you want to see stuff I do besides Broh. Check it out here: http://kerushiart.tumblr.com/

Have some man love. Reference.

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 14:11:00 -0500

Have some man love. Reference.

@ generalirohshonor

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 15:01:11 -0500

ladiesmanmansmanverick:

“You are very tense,” Verick countered. He laughed as Iroh went one, pulling out worse-case scenarios and one-time incidents. ”If a lady’s man is so jealous of me he needs to start a fight, then I will simply let him join,” he said as he straightened out Iroh’s collar and patted out some non-existent wrinkles. ”That poor boy last year had no idea he was up against the Water Tribe’s greatest lover. How can you blame me for that?”

Iroh had grown rather harsh with Verick, but he had actually know Iroh long enough to know that this gruff attitude was just a front. He needed to mask the fact that he enjoyed spending time with a bar-dwelling business tycoon. Generally speaking, businessmen and military men weren’t often allies, so Verick couldn’t blame him. That said, Verick also couldn’t be fooled by him.

“You’re welcome for the compliment,” he said in response to the appreciative, threatening growl. ”You are not a lady repellent, you just need to embrace the sexuality in your authority.” He winked. ”Some ladies love men who will give them orders in bed, no?”

“Anyway, I’m taking us to the place that serves that delicious dough with sugar on it. That’s where the ladies are.” It was also where the delicious dough with sugar on it was, and Verick so loved coming here for it.

He rolled his eyes at the statement, the frown on his lips enlarging as the crease between his eyes returned. Iroh certainly had a rather powerful glare. “Perhaps you shouldn’t be flirting with other people’s wives and husbands,” he retorted, running his fingers through his hair once more. He was used to having it back, so having it down felt strange, not used to feeling the strands on his forehead and framing his eyes.

“Sexuality of my authority?” he asked with raised eyebrow. “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never given orders to anyone in bed.” Eventually Iroh would finally admit to his friend that he did have a particular partner in mind. But seeing as that certain young man was a little young at the moment, he was keeping his lips locked. He’d play around with Verick, let him flirt and exist near him, but he had no desire to actually participate, even if he hadn’t seen any ‘action’ in a few years.

“I wish I could say that it surprises me that we are going somewhere with sweets,” he said, him never being a particularly large fan of them. But it might give him the opportunity to get something dried out to send to Bolin, or maybe he’d try some of it with the boy in mind. He knew what Bolin liked after so many private dinners, he just didn’t particularly care too much for the sweeter things. “I hope they have something spicier.”

Walking down to the docks he lead Verick into the port proper, before holding his arm in front of him, indicating Verick should lead. “Frankly how anyone would choose you as a sexual partner is beyond me,” he said with a small smile, finally starting to loosen up. “They must have poor taste.”

I have some pleasantly horrifying news

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 15:13:47 -0500

Turns out someone was stealing my broh fanfic and claiming it was theirs. I don’t even have words for this. It isn’t the first time this has happened and this is why I didn’t want to write things in the first place. At least with pictures I can put my signature on it but writings are different. I don’t even know what to do to prevent this and I don’t want to take down my stories because I know a lot of you appreciate them. So I don’t know. I guess writings may be on pause for a bit because I’m pretty upset. Just artwork for the next while.

Sorry some jackass had to ruin it for the rest of you.

@ generalirohshonor

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 14:55:46 -0500

ladiesmanmansmanverick:

generalirohshonor:

“I am not a ‘buzzkill’,” he frowned. “Get your foot off my chair,” he said as he looked down at his papers, his dip pen moving across each one with a quick signature. “A break? A break for you would require me to be hospitalized after just one night.” Looking up he gave Verick a quick smile, before rolling his eyes at the wink. He blew on the ink to let it dry before standing up, shoving them in an envelope, and dropping it on another stack of envelopes.

He moved behind a silk screen, changing into one of his more casual outfits. It was a small red robe that he closed around his body, white pants tucked into his boots. It was something he had worn to a probending competition recently, but it had been clean. He didn’t have many casual outfits.

Stepping out from the screen he ran his fingers through his hair to loosen it up. “There. Is that better, Verick? I do need to be back to the boat tonight.”

Verick chuckled quietly as Iroh scolded his language and his manners and watched the pen as it scribbled curls on each leaf. ”A break for me would require you to relax, General, I promise,” he urged gently, watching Iroh rise and move across the room.

“You’re so tense, if you get hospitalized, that’s your own fault,” he added through the partition. He wondered what Iroh thought he actually had in mind — of course Verick suggested the wildest thing he could imagine. He just wanted to see the ever-calm military man lose his cool for once.

When Iroh stepped out wearing his casualwear, Verick gave a slow clap and whistled through his teeth in approval. ”Much better, my friend,” he agreed, then pushed himself up and walked over to clap a hand on his shoulder. ”You. Are going to get the attention of every lass in the bar. Just remember: You’re the wingman, not me.”

“I am not tense,” he said, despite the fact that he obviously was. If his back was any straighter there was no way he wouldn’t snap in half. “I highly doubt I will get hospitalized,” he rolled his eyes once more with earnest, it being a common gesture whenever he was with the man before him. “It will probably be you who starts some atrocious bar-fight for hitting on the wrong girl.” It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. “Don’t forget what happened last year,” he warned with a point of his finger.

At Verick’s whistle and clap on his back he frowned, though it was obvious that underneath the snarl he was actually rather pleased. He didn’t leave his boat often and he was hardly sure about what clothes to wear. Verick was always the one to tell him whether what he was wearing was good or not. “I don’t know how to wingman, you should know that by now. If anything I am lady repellent.” Because he was so awkward and militaristic he wouldn’t loosen up enough to have a decent conversation with a woman. He might talk for a bit, but she’d figure out how awkward he was and then leave just as quickly.

“Where are we going?” he asked as he stepped out of his study, waiting for Verick to follow him before closing the door firmly behind him, leading the way off the ship.

@ generalirohshonor

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 20:41:36 -0500

ladiesmanmansmanverick:

“Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Verick said, taking a seat across from the General. He put a foot on the seat and rested his elbow on his knee as he talked. ”There are some new ladies in town, fresh off a boat.” They were visiting from one of the islands off the Fire Nation mainland. ”Got a fresh preview, they’re lookin’ mighty tasty. And ‘sides, buddy, you could use a good break.” He smirked and waited for Iroh to look at him so he could wink.

“I am not a ‘buzzkill’,” he frowned. “Get your foot off my chair,” he said as he looked down at his papers, his dip pen moving across each one with a quick signature. “A break? A break for you would require me to be hospitalized after just one night.” Looking up he gave Verick a quick smile, before rolling his eyes at the wink. He blew on the ink to let it dry before standing up, shoving them in an envelope, and dropping it on another stack of envelopes.

He moved behind a silk screen, changing into one of his more casual outfits. It was a small red robe that he closed around his body, white pants tucked into his boots. It was something he had worn to a probending competition recently, but it had been clean. He didn’t have many casual outfits.

Stepping out from the screen he ran his fingers through his hair to loosen it up. “There. Is that better, Verick? I do need to be back to the boat tonight.”

Cuddling doodle

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 19:54:58 -0500

Cuddling doodle