#dealing with krux by himself was hard but then there were suddenly two of them and she was like “fucking kill me”

[does-not-have-milk]

i have homework to do, so here's an excerpt for an au that i'm probably never going to finish:

“–And then I get amnesia and reappear in some small village somewhere in the mountains with nothing from my past life. I wander back to Ninjago City and claim I have no recollection of robbing any driving-throughs. By season nine I’ve successfully integrated back into society but still have no idea what egregious crimes I committed, or anything from my life before. Thoughts?”

Krux hummed. “It could work. If we can find some way to excuse the rest of us as suspects from your breakout, it would be even better.”

“I don’t see why you have to have a run-in with a horde of killer bees,” Machia said. “It’s a waste of time and resources.”

Acronix rolled his eyes, folding the paper back over the easel. He hit the picture with the ruler he had “borrowed.” “Obviously it’s because the horde of killer bees is an integral part of what my character needs to go through in order to realise that he was wrong to shun his older brother Sander all those years ago for wanting to be a museum curator instead of travelling the world in a circus with him like they’d always dreamed of doing. Duh, Machia. Keep up.”

“Not to mention the metaphorical significance of a horde of killer bees,” Krux said. “The bees symbolise all the negative messages society has been forcing on the character for his whole life. Running from the killer bees is symbolic of Gander rejecting society’s hurtful conventions.” Acronix nodded in affirmation, grinning smugly. “Really, Commander Machia, I expected better of you.”

Machia exhaled. “My apologies for questioning your brother’s ingenious plan, Krux. I won’t say such foolish things in the future.”

“If– if I say your plan is good, Acronix, will you let me go?” Borg asked.

“No,” The three of them answered.

[morros-writing-blog]

i wanted time twins and morro content so here

to anyone just introduced to the au, harial is morro. in the au morro was a name given to them by the preeminent, and harial is their dead name (theyre nonbinary). this takes place in the past.

its not my best writing nor am i very proud of it but eh whatever

A loud knock jolted the boy from his sleep. His head jerked up from where it had been buried in his pillow and he stared at the door blankly for a few seconds. The boy was vaguely aware of the dried tears staining his cheeks from last night’s sob session, and he raised one hand to try and wipe them off with his sleeve.

“Harial,” the voice that spoke up was stern and frustrated, making the boy- Harial, as he had been called- squirm unpleasantly. “Get out here, I don’t have time for this. I’ve been trying to wake you up for half an hour now.”

Harial paused, silently wondering if it had been that long. He got up nonetheless, refusing to dwell on how much he likely upset his temporary caretaker. Wu was out for the summer to try and find new students — he was mostly looking for other Elemental Masters, but so far everyone was too old or too young. So he was given to the former Master of Time, Aeturnus, until Wu would return.

When the door opened, Harial’s hand swiftly slipping off of the doorknob (he always hated the feel of metal), the older man gave a relieved sigh. He stood a good height taller than Harial, who, even though he was already nearly ten, was significantly short. His mop of black hair was a lot neater than his sons’ hair.

Speaking of those sons, the sound of yelling and scuffling in a nearby area made Harial realize the pair were probably nearby. Aeturnus seemed to come to the same conclusion, letting out an exhausted sigh and not saying anything else to Harial. The boy watched as he walked off towards the direction of the twins, left hovering awkwardly without anything to do.

Harial watched the empty hallway for a few seconds before heading back into his room, snagging the hairbrush that rested on the counter as he went. He settled on the edge of the pale white bed, brushing the tangles from his hair.

“Hari!” The youngest of the twins, Acronix, suddenly appeared in the room with a flash of green light. Harial jumped, staring at him, as the twin grinned widely in a sort of triumphant way. “I got you something, since your dad is out and can’t do it. You wanna see? I promise you’ll like it!”

Harial blinked in confusion but slowly nodded, scooting aside on the seat. Acronix let out a laugh and shut the door so no one else would come in. His hands were tight around a cardboard box that Harial didn’t really notice before. He moved to sit beside the boy, resting the box on the bed between the two of them, and flipped open the lid.

“Take a look, Hari,” Acronix encouraged, moving to cross his legs. His grin never faded. “I got him off the streets and it looked like he had bad owners before so I thought that you would do better. It is your birthday after all!”

It was? Harial didn’t realize it was his birthday, he never really kept track. He didn’t dwell on this that long either, leaning forwards to look into the box. His eyes widened when they met the form of a small kitten, it's fluffy grey-and-white fur poofed up from alarm. Acronix watched on, eagerly awaiting Harial’s reaction.

“Won’t your dad get mad that you brought a cat home?” Harial asked, his voice as quiet as it usually was. He looked up, meeting Acronix’s gaze while carefully slipping a hand in to let the kitten investigate.

Acronix looked as if he hadn’t even thought of that — which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t. His grin fell and he hesitated, looking to the door of the room. He had left Krux behind to deal with their father, figuring since his brother was more of the type to care about rules he would have a way to evade Aeturnus’ punishments. The two of them didn’t really feel like cleaning the entire house again, even if they were allowed to use their powers this time.

“Krux will handle it,” Acronix said after a moment, turning to look back at Harial. He was smiling again. “Just enjoy your present, Hari, you deserve it.”

Harial cast a half-smile, carefully lifting the kitten from the box once he was sure he wasn't going to scare him away. The kitten mewled in surprise but went with it, leaning into Harial once he was close enough. Acronix got back up, him and the box vanishing in a green light with only a yell of “goodbye-have-a-nice-day” as he went. The boy laughed and forgot about cleaning himself up, focusing on the cat, whom he decided to name Thunder.

—

When Harial was eventually called down for dinner, he had to leave Thunder in his room. He wasn’t very happy about it but he decided he could sneak the kitten some food later. As he neared the kitchen, it was clear Acronix and Krux were arguing again, based off the raised voices and exchanged insults of two small children. Both of them were nearing their eleventh birthday, only a year older than Harial himself.

Aeturnus scolding the twins was the last thing Harial heard before entering the kitchen, staring at the mess before him. Krux had managed to get his brother pinned down, his hand digging hard into the other’s back. Acronix was struggling, both his eyes and hands glowing brightly as he prepared his powers. One of the chairs was toppled over, likely Acronix’s chair.

Reluctantly, Krux got off his brother, adding one last kick into Acronix’s side — it was a light kick, but the boy rolled over with an exaggerated groan nonetheless. “Stop being so dramatic, Nix,” Krux scoffed, lifting Acronix’s chair with his bright yellow powers as he went to his own. “You’re the one who started it.”

“Damn it, Krux!” Aeturnus sighed, spotting Harial in the doorway. “Both of you, sit down, I don’t have time for this. Harial, come in here and join us, Krux and Acronix will behave. Right, kids?”

Acronix muttered something along the lines of a profanity as he got up into his chair, glaring down at his plate of food. He ignored the taunting smile Krux gave him, sulking in silence as if he were turning four instead of eleven.

Harial hesitated a moment but went in nonetheless, sitting at the table too. He stared at the food uneasily, not liking the way it looked. Instead of saying anything, he kept his mouth shut, lifting the fork into one hand and keeping a loose grip. The texture still bothered him but he forced himself to ignore it.

At this point he just wanted to go home.

“Harial, your father is coming to get you tomorrow morning,” Aeturnus said, raising his gaze to look at the miserable boy. Harial only nodded, having to force himself to eat as well.

“Are you alright?” Acronix asked suddenly, leaning forwards in his chair with his elbows resting on the wooden table. He seemed to sense Harial’s discomfort, his head tilting to the side — not unlike a curious puppy. “You look upset,” he elaborated a second later when he didn’t get an answer.

Harial nodded again, avoiding the other boys’ gazes. Instead, he continued to eat, silently wishing for the night to hurry. He didn’t feel any gratitude towards Aeturnus, and although he’d much rather be here than alone at the monastery, he really wanted Wu to hurry and come get him.