#morro fan fiction

[jaybirdss]

idk if i can do amother one but i will bc i can (idk about that but ill pretend i do if jot) and i have nothing to do in my life except dreaming about plastic figures

SO uhh idk suddenly all ideas disappeared from my head

HCS FOR LLOYD, KAI, MORRO AND BENTHO WITH A S/O WHO'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH??

like YKK i love having a bit of contact with smn because it brings me comfort and im very touch starved💔 also bcs hugs and kisses are superior😋😋🦶

TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THE REQUESTS UOU RECIEVE BTW DONT OVREWORK YOURSELF AND DONT FORGET TO EAT OR DRINK OR IM COMINGFOR YOU MFS😡😡😡

I speed ran this bitch now, i was on a ROLL. Thank you for requesting, it definitely kick-started my passion for writing for these lovely guys ❤️🫶🏻

No warnings, besides a bit of angsty lloyd, but that’s always suspected. Gender neutral reader!

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Kai

Kai is the man with a plan when it comes to physical touch. He will always match your energy to the best of his ability!

He’s always open for it. Wether it be your arm wrapped around his or blatantly laying on top of him. He’s okay with all of it and rarely gets overwhelmed with what you feel like is smothering.

He specifically really enjoys the hugs you give him, where you’re nuzzled into his shoulder and your arms are wrapped tightly around him. he admired the security it brings him and makes him feel so dorky. For him, he enjoys picking you up just to hold you dramatically. Or smothering your face in kisses.

It surprises him at first, not expecting you to feel the same way as him with things such as physical touch. But once he understands, he craves it and gets all dramatic over it.

He will never be satisfied until you are basically crawling into his skin (not really).

But without your touch, he gets all upset, looking like a kicked puppy and he WILL in fact whine to you about how you aren’t close enough to him. And if he doesn’t get his way, by golly, there’s gonna be a fire.

Everything you do will always send him back, no matter how long you’ve been together. He is crushing on you so hard and will let you know every minute of the day.

Lloyd

Touch was something that was always fairly new to Lloyd.

He never received much as a child, when it was received, it wasn’t very positive affection.

When you started expressing your love for physical touch, you noticed all the small things he seemed to do because if it.

At first, he’d flinch when you moved a little too quick or anything. Physically tense up when you’d wrap your arms around him so suddenly. And he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he enjoyed your affection, but didn’t know how to receive it.

Slowly but surely through your reassurance, he loosened up and started to learn that this was positive attention, and it’s something that he would eventually look forward to!

He was no longer startled with your big hugs, sudden kisses amongst his face, and other acts of affection you were so happy to give. It became routine, and now he’d be fairly upset if you were to lack in your affection department.

In all, Lloyd is a broken child who just needs to be reconnected with himself sometimes. He soon learns from you that he can relax and enjoy this. He isn’t just the green ninja, he’s Lloyd. Little Lloyd Garmadon who loves his hugs and kisses from his lover. And he’s slowly starting to thank you for healing his inner child.

Morro

Much like Lloyd, Morro never really received affection growing up. Nor could he receive it when he was, well, dead.

But soon enough, with many changes, forgiveness, and a physical form. He was able to receive such things, things you were over the moon about!

He’s fairly awkward with affection, and it’s just something so foreign to him that it’s hard to become so used to it like you are.

He doesn’t despise it, by any means, in all honesty it makes him feel all warm to see you so joyous about wanting to show him affection. But at first, he was in severe denial about it all. He’d reject your advances, and even had gotten a bit aggressive with it. Which he now apologizes for, and he’ll do his best to express his admiration for it when he can, in time. It takes long to heal from what he once had been.

The boy grew quite fond of you early on, and admired how you tried to express your affections to him even when he was a ghost. When he finally received his human form again, you wrapped your arms around him so tightly, he could barely breathe. (Which was also new to him once more).

Though he enjoys the affection, it can get overwhelming sometimes. When his frustrations get the better of him, he will express that he just can’t be touched in that moment. That he’ll return later on to apologize and attempt to hug and kiss you as you do him.

And it’ll get you every time! No matter how fussy he was, or how upset he had made you. His apologies feel so thorough and thoughtful that you can forget what you were mad about so easily. Morro deserves the world and more, and that’s what you’re gonna give him.

Bentho

Benthomaar was someone who would always let his curiosity get the better of him. And from a young age, he was always curious. About things that matter, things that don’t matter. Things that don’t hold much importance to him, and things that he holds closely to him.

Currently, He was curious as to how you’re so enthusiastic and happy to express affection to someone such as him. Of course, he does his best to understand you and your sweet advances towards him.

He’d get caught up in thinking too harshly of himself, wondering if he deserved your attention. His skin surely wasn’t the softest to cuddle into or kiss, nor was he that understanding of how life was like above the surface like many like you. But all of that made you the curious one. Curious as to how this cinnamon roll was kept from you all your life.

Bentho was such a joy to know and be around, and it made you so happy to hug and kiss him so sweetly. Even though you knew he wasn’t sure if he deserved all of it. Or any of it, in fact.

But in time, he learned that it was something he deserved. Comfort, that is. He seemed to break through his barricade of awkwardness and denial and thoroughly enjoyed what you expressed to him.

He never finds it overwhelming, and if he did, he wouldn’t ever tell you in fear that it would upset you. You’re a treasure to him, and how you express your love and admiration will always leave him in awe of how great you are. He adores you too much to be bothered by anything more.

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Tag List: @holycrimin @kazuhacumslut @marmalade-matcha @yukinarengoku

[1tabbymore]

I made some fanart and I’m really proud of it. It’s Morro @sunnylighter

[rinkunokoisuru]

It should have been a day like any other. But then everything changed when he came in.

So surprised I didn't get murdered for writing this.

[hext00ns]

It Started With A Tickle {@sicktember}

AO3 l!nk in comments

Ships: Morro/Kai

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Description: Somehow, Morro falls ill and now Kai has to find a way to care for a ghost.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 26: Tickle in the Throat}

It started with a tickle-like feeling. A cough here, a short clear of his throat there. It really didn’t bother Morro at first. Then the coughing became harsher and louder and more frequent.

He brushed it all off as being nothing but a change in weather. Maybe the monastery was particularly dusty lately. After all, it couldn’t possibly be a sickness. What ailment could a ghost even catch? It sounded ridiculous to even give thought to the concept. He was already dead and gone, what diseases could possibly affect him?

But he had been living in Ninjago for a while now. He wondered… no. It was ridiculous. There was no way he was sick. He ignored the tickle in his throat and kept on.

However, the tickle soon turned to pain as every cough felt like sandpaper knives cutting into him. The heat didn’t help. He wasn’t sure what heat. It was winter and had been snowing for almost a week. In fact, even in the hottest months, the mountain top never lost its faint chill.

It wasn’t till the heat had begun to make his head spin that he realized his head was the source in the first place.

Morro quickly reached out to grab at a wall to steady himself only to lose tangibility and fall through it. He floated in the wall between the dining room and the kitchen for a moment, attempting to regain himself. He thanked The Master that no one had been around to see that.

“You havin’ fun there?”

Damn it.

Morro pushed himself out of the wall and forced his feet to the ground. He didn’t feel as firm as he would have liked. He looked over to the other and frowned at him.

Kai raised a brow at the other with a knowing smile. “What was that about ghosts not getting sick?”

Morro scoffed. “It’s impossible. It makes no realistic sense.” His words being punctuated with a sharp cough.

“Since when did anything in Ninjago make realistic sense?” Kai chuckled as he walked over to the other. “C’mon, you should go lay down.”

“I don’t need you to coddle me like an infant.”

Kai shrugged. “Whatever you say. I just didn’t think you wanted to get stuck in any more walls.”

Morro squinted at the other. He didn’t make a sound as he walked past, towards the bedrooms. Kai followed after him with a satisfied smirk.

When they got to his room, Morro sat on the side of his bed and looked up to the other with a raised brow. “Please don’t tell me you plan on nursing me back to health.”

Kai gave a little shrug as he plopped down onto the desk chair. “Why not? I could get one of those Halloween nurse costumes, you know the ones,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I think it’d be fun.”

“You disgust me.”

Kai gave a shouting laugh. “Really though, even if I did think you’d let me I wouldn’t know how. It’s not like you eat so not sure how well meds would work. Can’t exactly cool down a fever with a wet rag, either.”

“Not unless you want to burn a hole into my face.” Morro let out a sigh that fed into a coughing fit. He aimed the sounds into his elbow only for the force of them to make him double over, grabbing at his chest. When the coughing subsided he let out a groan.

Kai moved off the chair and sat next to him on the bed. “When Nya or I got sick as kids our mom sometimes gave us massages. Especially if we were in pain.”

Morro didn’t respond at first. He just rubbed at his chest. Kai waited patiently for any sign of a response. Finally, one came in the form of Morro solidifying his form.

Kai pulled Morro to sit up by his shoulders and turned him so they were facing each other. He put his hands around the others neck, first checking for any swelling.

A chill at the touch faintly passed through Morro. Ever since his fever had started up he’d felt hypersensitive to the sensation of touch. It was almost a welcomed occurrence even if the only thing he’d felt the past few days was pain. He hadn’t felt real sensations since he died.

With his skin so aflame and sensitive, Kai’s touch came in loud and clear to his senses.

“Your hands are warm,” he mumbled.

“You can feel them?”

Morro nodded.

Kai gave a snort. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I run pretty hot. Master of fire ‘n’ all that.” He located the swelling and gently pushed his fingers into the skin and around it. He went slow and concentrated on not putting too much force in. Just because choking a ghost wasn’t exactly possible didn’t mean it would be any less uncomfortable.

“My mother used to do this as well,” Morro said after a while.

Kai looked up from his hands to the other’s face. “You remember your mom?”

The spirit gave a pause. “A little. She left when we were very young. But I was old enough to keep a few memories,” he admitted. “When either of us were sick she often would rub our backs to comfort us as well. I remember her telling me to do so if Jay was ever sick or upset while she was away.”

Kai watched the other’s face as he talked. Morro’s eyes losing focus as if he were chasing something far, far away. Kai moved his hands to a different position to continue his ministrations.

Morro suddenly jerked away from the other and slammed his face into his arm as his coughing returned with a vengeance.

Kai quickly moved his hand to the ghost’s back. He felt the other’s form go in and out of tangibility with every harsh sound. When the coughing subsided, Morro’s form solidified again, allowing Kai to actually run at his back.

Morro let himself fall forward against the other, into his arms. Kai only smiled down at him. He let his hands continue to rub his back as well as run up and through his hair. The green strands mixing into the black like scattered grass.

“He’s a lot like her,” Morro said, seemingly out of nowhere. “Our mother, I mean.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His voice was so many things, Kai almost wasn’t sure which emotion to focus on. A fondness, a longing, a sorrow, a hope.

Kai smiled. “I think he’d like to hear that.”

Morro hummed. “He would. One day I’ll be able to say that to him.”

“It’ll be worth the wait.”

[badboychaser]

About Morro

I think it goes without saying that most people favor fictional characters based on appearance, personality, and theoretically personalized life experiences.

There are times when someone you know will like a fictional character and for the life of you you can never figure out why or how.

There are millions of people in the world and no one will see a character EXACTLY how you see them. People may partake in shared headcanons or similar theories about certain aspects of a characters deposition; however people will NEVER see eye to eye about media.

The recent backlash I’ve seen about Morro and/or Morro fans lately have absolutely put me in a place of sorrow. I’d like to open up a discussion on my thoughts about the subject as someone who has loved this character for a couple of years now.

Even though I have been a fan of Morro for many years that does not make me knowledgeable or in the right about anything regarding his character as same goes for recent fans of his character. Many of his fans (like myself) are older even so many of his fans are younger as well (13-16). Someone at my age has grown up differently in life opposed to someone that is now 14 and we will not see fictional characters in the same way ever.

That being said; while it’s not right for people to be homophobic (TikTok) or loathe Euphrasia (Sexism) I think we have to understand that some people are just much younger. It’s never an excuse to be hateful or discriminatory but at the very least I hope everyone can understand or remember a time when they were misinformed or estranged with a particular concept due to a younger mindset and living situation. To the people whom are older and feel insensitive to situations such as these I only hope in the future something will change for you as change and learning has to be willed by the user and truthful from the heart.

I know having a written post about this seems a bit silly but as someone who has dedicated a few years of my life to Ninjago and certain characters within the series I believe it would be mistaken of me to not bring attention to the situation.

Please don’t hate someone because of a certain character they like or a character they most associated with- instead please observe someone based on their real character as you would meeting someone in life.

I’ve gotten harassment because of my feelings about Morro as well as people whom I know. I would hate to be judge and associated in a group because of someone I don’t know said something somewhere on the internet.

[willchu]

Yes, I will start by saying that I drew this fanart because of my passion for Ninjago and one fanfic I read two weeks ago.  Seriously, I was so fascinated by that masterpiece that I didn't even notice that it was unfinished.  But damn it was worth it!  I even plan to make another fanart based on it). (if anything i have instagram)

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(And if we talk about the plot of the fan fiction, then it is like au de Morro without a home (probably temporarily))

ff is called "Stronger Than My Storm: Beginnings"

[ghostoffuturespast]

hey ghostie i was gna get specific for the ask game but I wanna know *all* of it now, the acronyms, the full names, all of em! are they for cyberpunk or other fandoms? no matter how much there is to know, i wanna know! talking about an idea helps a lot, i speak from experience! thanks for the mention, ill get on the wip game soon, too! ❤️

WIP Game Here

Thank you for the ask! I appreciate it :) They are all Cyberpunk 2077 things lol. I’ve largely been a lurker in other fandoms until this one, and this is the first one that finally compelled me to make stuff and that I’ve had the bravery to share. Don’t have many snippets at the moment, all of what I have so far is already out there. Since you asked for all of them though, I shall dish and give you a bit of a peak behind the curtain on how all this got started…

(I’m sorry, this got very rambly.)

And def tag me when you do yours! I will come find you and your wips! 🧡

SIG - So It Goes

(The title is based off the radio song from the game that you can listen to on Morro Rock. Never officially released and credited to the fictional band Fingers and the Outlaws in the game. Officially sung by Ryan Kattner, the front singer of the band Man Man.)

SIG is my current V/River conspiracy theory long fic that I’m working on, and the project is coming up on its two year anniversary. It’s also my first fic. I’m hoping to wrap it up this spring so I can move on to other creative endeavors. There are a lot of art projects, fandom and non-fandom related, that I’ve held off on because of this and I miss those hobbies. I also feel like I’ve been missing out a lot in the writing corner of the fandom too because a lot of new writers have popped up on the scene since I started (back when there was still a monopoly on the tag, but that’s a different story) and everyone else seems to be having fun reading everyone else’s fics, except me… Reading’s complicated for me right now. Writing this had a lot of ups and downs, but overall I’ve loved telling this story, learned a lot, and I’m really proud of it!

I think most people get into fic writing for the ships, the romance, the smut, the processing of internalized trauma, a more satisfactory ending, weird niche interests… And don’t get me wrong there’s a lot of appeal with all that, and definitely those aspects in my own work. But this whole thing got started because of conspiracy theories. I fucking love mysteries and puzzles, so after playing the sun ending and then I spotting Mr. Blue Eyes on the balcony during the conclusion of Dream On, I just about lost my damn mind. I went down the rabbit hole, spent hours reading shards and messages in the game, combed reddit theory posts, and started picking up on all the hints and foreshadowing of something larger looming throughout the game.

I initially didn’t have any answers when I made the decision to start this fic (fuck, high probability I still don’t), it was largely me brainstorming and trying to figure out what kind of story I wanted to write. Seeing if I could even piece things together. But in the process of thinking all that through, I came up with this little theory. I thought it was pretty mind blowing at the time (still think it is) but it’s been my little secret since I got here and I’m very anxious to finally share it.

Most people probably would have just written a theory post and been done with it, but I decided to turn mine into a fan fic lol. Which may or not have been a mistake, we’ll see. This is either gonna be game changing or everyone is going to think it’s dumb and I’m gonna be wearing a dunce cap for the next fifty years.

River Ward. The other half of my reason for writing this fic. I actually wasn’t sure if I liked him at first, it took me a while to warm up to him. But the more I got to know him, the more I started to like him. The more he grew on me. He got hotter over time. Plus, I’ve got a fondness for detective characters and unusual coats, so I should’ve seen it coming.

River’s gotten a lot of flak from this fandom. People claim he’s boring. He’s a cop, so acab. Being unemployed and living in a trailer park with your sister, niece, and nephews isn’t a particularly redeeming quality. I don’t agree with most of those statements, but I do agree with the folks who do appreciate his character, that in terms of development, he absolutely got shafted in the game. This fic is also an attempt to rectify that.

For as underdeveloped as his story arc was, there’s a lot of nuance to his character that I think gets glossed over by the game and most people. We didn’t get much, but out of what we did get, it’s been interesting trying to piece a story together that’s in line with what we got. And I did mention earlier that I like puzzles.

I’ve noticed that a lot of folks tend to lean very hard into the cop aspect of his character, but as far as I’m concerned, River Ward doesn’t give a shit about the law. Conducting an off the record investigation, intimidating a confidential informant, illegally obtaining evidence, breaking into a restricted lab, committing arson for your ex so she can pass a medical exam, conducting another investigation after being suspended; those are not the actions of a man who holds the letter of the law above all else. Those are the actions of man who is determined to get to the bottom of things, and protect people, all while navigating a system that is anything but equitable or fair. They are the actions of a man who is willing to go above and beyond for the people he cares about, even to his own detriment. His own safety. For River Ward, it was never about the law, it’s about justice. And pursuing that sometimes involves breaking the rules.

River is also Pomo. Which is something that was only added in subsequent patches, heavily glossed over in the game, and is only disclosed if you choose to actually romance him. But he’s Indigenous. Native American. And yet he still made a conscious decision to join the NCPD. Given the historical participation by law enforcement and government institutions in North America, and around the world, in the cultural erasure and mass genocide of entire nations, tribes, and communities of people. And given the current state of issues regarding law and judicial enforcement on tribal lands, I think River's character is a rather poignant reflection. Of wanting to good, of wanting the world to be better, but being confined in systems that simply won't allow that. There's a billion other little details I could ramble on about, but his character had the capacity to walk a very fine line of complexities which the game never really did justice to.

Diversity and representation in media are important to me, and I want this fic to reflect that. Being bi-racial, I didn’t get very much of it growing up, so if I can provide representation, even in some small capacity, I think it’s better than nothing. And while I don’t know if I’m achieving that, well, shit if I’m not trying.

I wouldn’t say this story was really meant to be original, but rather to fill in the gaps on the story we got and for me to practice writing. Practice telling a story. CP2077 is a violent game set in a violent world. And I somehow managed to start writing a story that accidentally ended up being a love letter to aikido. (Much to my chagrin. It’s everywhere. In everything. I cannot escape it.) Aikido is a martial art that translates “to the way of peace” or “the path of harmony.” Yet again, another study in dichotomies. How can a martial art, an art form designed to inflict violence, be peaceful? Aikido is as much of a martial art as it is a philosophy. We train to practice and learn that philosophy.

One of the major themes I’m exploring in this fic series is the nature of violence. What it is, the forms it takes, how cyclical it is, that it is a relationship - violence requires your participation. So the question ends up being: how do you break cycles of violence when you live in a world where you are beholden to it? V and River are very much two characters that are caught up in cycles of violence. Will they find peace? I don’t know, but maybe they can find out together.

From The Top

(This one isn’t named after a song. I just decided to start from the beginning.)

From The Top is the VP project I started up last spring where I’ve been taking storyboard style photos of all the main missions. Plus whatever else I feel like. I take all of my photos on PS5 in vanilla photomode and randomly started snapping pictures just because. I did landscape photos, shared a few. Got a bit of nice feedback from people who cared to look and then started branching out. I eventually got to the point where I started a new playthrough for the sole purpose of snapping photos.

Taking VP is very different from writing for me. I don’t have to think about. I don’t agonize about making sure every tiny detail is just right, because for the most part I don’t have very much control It’s candid, intuitive, experimental, it’s straight up play. I simply wait for opportunities to present themselves and capture whatever I think looks or feels interesting to me. It’s easy for me to walk away from it if it doesn’t do well when I post. Unlike my writing, there’s no ego attached to it.

I’m getting to the tail end of this project, I still have a couple of the base game missions to get through, but I’d also like to do Phantom Liberty as well. Not sure what my VP career is going to look like after this, might go into soft retirement. But that’s okay.

NR - Night Running

(Named after Night Running by Cage the Elephant)

Is a sleeper wip that’s currently in the notes, brainstorming, and kitchen drawer phase. It’s part 2 of my Nothing Comes Before Night City series. So It Goes is part 1.

It takes a long time for me to mull over and ruminate on ideas, so this document is largely just a repository for notes and thoughts. Jamming the utensils in the drawer until I’m ready to organize them. I have a very broad idea of what I’d like to happen in this fic, key moments I’d like to hit, but there’s still a lot of refinement that needs to happen, and stories this involved require me outlining. I do already have a running set list of songs to draw from though.

Les Preludes

(Named after Les Preludes by Franz Liszt)

Another sleeper wip, also in the brainstorming phase. These are meant to be one-shots or short stories from the Nothing Comes Before Night City series. Moments I mentioned in the series, but can’t fit into the larger story. Character studies and background lore from V, River, Johnny, Jackie, a couple of OCs and whatever else I can think of.

I will probably start casually working on these after I finish SIG and while I’m outlining NR. I’d like the series to go in chronological order. Should be fun. And I think it’ll be good practice for being more concise. Unlike, this response...

If you stuck around for this TedTalk and made it all the way to the end, thank you! 👻

[darkduck80]

okay new Morro AU

so okay Morro run away from the monastery let’s say between 12-15y old cuz why not he was angry sad and went to get a tea a special kind of tea that will help him through his suicidal journey he went to the ‘tea shop’ using his ninja skills to steal that tea he went unnoticed slowly went to the shelf that has the tea he wants he was about to grab it until the tea shop owner opened the lights Morro quickly grabbed the tea and run out avoiding the owner but little dose he know the tea he grabbed was the wrong one it was the time travel tea not what he wanted but it was too late to realize now he was far away from the shop now all he has to do is make the tea and hold it when he needed it he made the tea and put it in his cloth? Stick? thing now his next move to the caves of despair the original plan was get in grab the shit he wanted and get the fuck out but that backfired when he got stuck inside he tried to use his elemental power to get him out but it didn’t help the rock won’t move and the air around him made him feel lightheaded everything started to spin he looked around to see the lava rising knowing he will die at that moment made him panic there was now way out until he remembered the teas he had with him the tea he thought he grabbed was the tea to get him out tight situation but the one he actually grabbed was the time travel he immediately drank the tea he had with him he slowly felt the tea warp around him then poof he was out he closed he eyes the whole time and he only opened it when he felt like he was falling opening his eyes he found himself falling to the ground he started to scream and cursing at the tea for not teleporting him to the ground and not in the fucking sky (he still clue less that he time travelled thinking he just got teleported out) he used his element to help him but he felt the air was different he didn’t have time to think Because he was falling he used his element and it made the falling slow until he was close to the ground and landed unscratched well physically but mentally he was not okay he was about to fucking die thank FSM that he had that tea he relized all the green ninja destiny is bullshit he just wants to live with his dad forget this ever happened he looked around anything similar to help him navigate back to the monastery but everything was weird he doesn’t know anything around him panicking if he can’t find his dad sensei he’ll probably die he just Almost died few minutes ago he felt himself crying he started to backdown he went to a tree and sat under it hugging his knees putting his head down he started to cry he didn’t want to be the green ninja he didn’t even want to be special he only wanted his dad, sensei he started to cry until someone tapped on his shoulder he looked up to see a boy probably around his age wearing strange black clothes blond hair with a bowl cut with a lollipop in his mouth he looked oddly familiar

“Hey emo what’s up with you” the kid said? Was he insulting Morro!?

“Pardon?”Morro said swiping away his tears by his clothes

“Pardon!? Who uses that were in 20 century”Lloyd says as he removes the lollipop from his mouth

“Wait what excuse me- were in 19##”Morro said with confusion in his face as he looks at the blond boy

“what-“Lloyd looks at Emo boy with the same kind of confusion

Okay I didn’t know this would be this tall but if you like it I’ll make a fan fiction about it!

[tpos-lloyd-irl]

I’m Lloyd. :3

Found this weird box thing and now I’ve got this so called “app.” Good to pass the time, I guess. Kai told me it was called a “phone,” but it looked different since when he knew they were a thing.

(Rules and such under cut!)

(OOC) Blog Rules!

1. Please be kind and respectful to those who interact and to me.

2. Don’t be weird or send 18 asks or other things.

3. No inappropriate shipping.

Tag guide!

TPoS <- fanfic general tag

The Prices of Survival <- unabbreviated general tag

TPoS RP <- General tag #2

TPoS Lloyd <- All posts

Ask TPoS Lloyd <- Asks

TPoS Lloyd rants <- Random in character rants or yapping

Action guide!

Lloyd’s talking will look like this.

It will also look like this.

*For full blown roleplay, actions will look like this.*

[OOC/MOD will look like this.]

What is this blog based on?

This blog is based on a fan fiction titled “The Prices of Survival” on AO3. The fanfic itself is a The Last of Us based zombie apocalypse AU of Ninjago. This blog takes place before any deaths. The fan fiction is written by @thervbb3rdvckkingfromyt.

Other blogs:

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[autismgo]

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Hey. I'm Kai (he/it). I'm 18 and I've been in this fandom since 2014, when the show aired in my country. I am a fan fiction writer, so that will probably be the majority of my content.

My main rule? I've been here for a decade. I'm old. Let me be cringe in peace. I've been in these spaces for a decade, I survived the fucking gr33nflame era and came out mostly unscathed. Let me write my dumb little nowhere-close-to-canon AUs and be cringe in peace.

Some Important Facts About Me:

I've been writing fanfiction for ~10 years now. It started with Ninjago, and it all comes back to Ninjago, I guess.

9 out of the 10 years in this fandom for me have been spent being completely obsessed with Morro, so I will find literally any excuse to put him in all of my AUs, and a lot of the things I write involve him.

I named myself after Kai.

My URL is autismgo because I'm autistic, and I headcanon that pretty much all of the ninja (and various other) are too.

At the time of writing this pinned post, I have not watched anything past Prime Empire.

My favourite seasons are S5 & S8-10.

WE HAVE DID!! This is important. Kai (host, 🌸 on sys blog) is not the only one who writes. Our system has multiple ninjago introjects and other alters who write as well (mostly Morro since he created like half of the AUs here lol). We may not be open about who writes what all the time, but we will be when it's important (or when we want). We hope this doesn't cause too many problems.

My main blog is @silvaskye

My AO3 is under the username SilverSkye54. (WARNING FOR THE MOMENT: Anything I do post, if I post anything within the next few months which is unlikely, will be limited to archive users only due to this stupid lore.fm thing. I think the entire thing is stupid and wrong. I apologise for any issue this may or may not cause. The likelihood of me actually posting any fics for the time being is unlikely, though, so this shouldn't be an issue.)

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[heroictoonz]

🍓 🪲 ❄️ for the ask game?

how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I remember this to this day. In middle school I had these two friends who were twin sisters and they were on fanfic.net and they showed me the site and taught me what fan fiction was. I still remember what my first one was, it was a self insert Big Time Rush fan fic. But even before then I loved making stories based on shows so that was just the first time I realized you can write it down and show people

add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

oh my god are you trying to kill me (joke) i have a ton of wips so i just grabbed the sicktember fill i was writing on last

Instead, he grabbed the jug of milk and stood from the stool. “I suppose we should bring this in to Alfred,” he muttered.  Jon nodded and gave a smile. Though he looked a little confused at the suddenness of it. He jumped up next to Damien and gave Batcow a kind pat on the side. 

what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I have a few dream fics actually that I've always wanted to write. They're big epic adventure type fics stuff with multiple chapters big stories and lots of fun twists and turns. I think two of the biggest ones would be Blame It on the Super Soaker, a ninjago Morro fan season/redemption fic I actually started in collage and then since have started plotting a rewrite/finish of and then Missing Mice a Mickey and Friends mystery fic where Mickey and his nephews get kidnapped and its up to Chip, Dale, Basil, Dawson, and Darkwing to team up and try to find them safe and sound. Both of these have large books of plot shit I've written in for literal years no but I've never sat down to finish either of them mostly out of fear of it not being as good as I want it to be or not finishing them. I have a lot of big huge chapter fic ideas that are fully plotted and just need to be written but I never did that final leap aaa ^^;

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[abstractpenny]

For the ask game:

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💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

📅 Your birthday

📖 Fave book

Answer as many or as few as you like, and have a wonderful day/night!!!! <3

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2. I love love love Morro from Ninjago. I'm also quite the Cole fan, though I have been enjoying Jay lately (mostly just Sky bound Jay tho so). I also really like Gabbro from Outer Wilds.

3. January 14th 200X

4. Uhhhh, probably Mosquitoland by David Arnold. Or Dead Girls of Hysteria Hall. But there are a ton of good books out there. So yeah.

Hope you're having a wonderful day you fabulous person :DDDDD I hope you know I love seeing you on my feed and my activity page lol. You're so rad.

[ao3feed-janefoster]

The Destination of the Beetroot Person

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vT8fpX0

by janejumpsupandspins

Jane was just a normal Beetroot Person, before she went on a whole adventure, saved countless lives, and made a ton of new friends. But she was happy to go back to her corner of space and float for eternity.

Destiny, however, thought differently. Once again Jane is thrown into another dangerous adventure, this time being the deadly Hunger Games, where each tribute must fight each other to the death.

There are a few new faces, a few old friends as well. But with the oncoming pressure of the Hunger Games, friendships start to crack, however new ones form as well.

We all know not everyone can survive. But who will be the lucky winner? And who will find out what, or who, is really behind the Games?

Because one quote seems to lie behind it all.

Only one will remain.

 The sequel to the fan fiction of The Journey of the Beetroot Person! A multipov story of love, adventure, death, destruction and mystery.

You don’t need to read the first book, since that one was mostly for fun. However this book is a long, serious fanfic with true morals, as well as captivating characters. Please, from both Mariposa and Jane, read this book, and thank you if you did.

Words: 700, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Beetroot Person

Fandoms: Lego Ninjago, Rizzoli & Isles, Grey's Anatomy, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Cartoon), Eight Legged Freaks (2002), The Beetroot Person, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, My Little Pony, Transformers - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Characters, Jay Walker, Cole (Ninjago), Kai (Ninjago), Lloyd Garmadon, Zane (Ninjago), Maura Isles, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Jane Rizzoli, Jane Foster (Marvel), Ben Pincus, Darius Bowman, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Lord Garmadon (Ninjago), Morro (Ninjago), Camilo Madrigal, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tobey Maguire, Padmé Amidala, Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic Park), Barry Frost, Derek Shepherd, Brooklynn (Jurassic Park), Ashley Parker, Anakin Skywalker, Optimus Prime, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Jane (The Beetroot Person), Mariposa (The Beetroot Person)

Relationships: Cole/Jay Walker, Lloyd Garmadon/Ashley, Maura Isles/Zane Julien, Barry Frost/Jane, Maura Isles/Jay Walker, Bully Maguire/Camilo Madrigal, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Christina Yang/Jimmy, Darius Bowman/Ben Pincus

Additional Tags: Mostly Family Friendly, Angst, Garmadaddy slays, Some Humor, Inspired by The Hunger Games, Bruiseshipping, pixane sort of?, Major Original Character(s), but they are not cringey y/n’s, follow up but ig can be read on its own, Adventure & Romance, Wilderness Survival, Plot Twists, Mystery, Falling In Love, Jane is fed up with everyone, Plants, christofern, People have plants instead of friends, basically a bunch of characters from random fandoms get thrown into the hunger games, it’s really entertaining, found family bc it’s the best trope, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, two originals characters based on author and friend who kind of helped

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vT8fpX0

[jaybirdss]

How it feels to fall for Morro

alr so ik Morro is kinda dead but we’re rolling with it. In my right ending, Morro escapes the clutches of the preeminent and is given a second chance at life(aka doing the same ritual as cole to get his physical form back). and yeah.

Mentions of yelling, pic from pinterest, comment to be added to the tag list

Now Playing…Dancer in the Dark, by Chase Atlantic

Falling for Morro is something that hurts so bad but feels so so good

Something tender and joyful that could tense up and become something so less than it’s led on to be. But overall, Love hurts but it’s an addiction you’ll always crave.

Morro holds in so much internal damage he’s taken over the years. The betrayal he felt by being abandoned so young, every worthless lie told by Wu, every broken promise he’d been told bottled up inside of him until he was a volcano filled with rage and was ready to erupt with his revenge in mind.

But then you were there. His level ground. His angel. His saving grace.

A nonbeliever at heart, but he thanks every deity there may be out there that you’ve come to him.

And for a second, he can’t help but think God doesn’t hate me too much, huh.

What he craves is time and attention from you, to touch and be close to you. Anything you have to offer, he wants, and by golly he’s gonna fuckin get it.

When he’s with you, he loves holding you close, comfortably tight with barely enough space for free movement. He’ll inhale the scent of your new shampoo, making a mental note to snatch it when he’s feeling lonely. He’ll stroke your hair softly and kiss the top of your head so sweetly you’ll almost forget he tried to unleash the cursed realm upon Ninjago. But hey, people make mistakes all the time.

His love language surprisingly is touch. Simple and gentle touches can mean a lot to him.

When he was a ghost, all he longed for was touch. he hadn’t felt anything in so long and now he can finally feel again. everything feels so real and he’s so glad he gets to hold you.

When he’s near, his hand is tucked into your back pocket, enveloped around your hand, wrapped around your waist, etc. He loves holding you whenever he can, any moment of the day. And he seems to ache greatly when he’s away from you.

A precious ecstasy is all he’s felt with you. Like a perfect drug trip you never want to come down from.

But with all these great moments, the eye of the storm still rages within him.

Morro has a tendency to raise his voice often, without even realizing it. He feels terrible if he’s yelled at you, even more if it’s upset you.

When he’s yelling, the moment he sees you his voice tends to break and he fumbled as he gets quieter. there are nights where he’s done nothing but wept overseeing you frightened by his angry outbursts. and he holds you and promises you that he’s trying his best to get it under control.

He whispers do you softly and kisses you all over.

“I’m so sorry my love, please forgive me.”

Deep down you know he’ll never be able to control it, and it hurts. but it hurts so good

It feels nice to be on edge on the occasion, to have a bit of danger in your average life

(you’re fucking crazy.)

But it’s good to see Morro drive to get better for someone he truly cares about.

The others(ninja) never will truly understand why you fell for a man like him. they often question you about it. asking you if he’s forcing you to be in this relationship. if he’s manipulated you into thinking you love him.

When you laugh and say “Of course he hasn’t.”, they’ll always think of you as a lost cause. like him.

But they’ll come around.

The only person who won’t? Sensei Wu himself.

He’ll forever be in denial that Morro has managed to keep an actual relationship. He’s so far in denial, he’s gotten to where he just pretends you don’t exist.

(which you’re okay with, fuck him)

None of that matters to the both of you when all you need is each other.

You’re Morro’s soulmate, his twin flame.

He praises you like a godsend every time you breathe and would drop everything and everyone just to make you happy.

In his eyes. You need to be spoiled with love, gifts, soft and rough touches alike. It’s something you deserve and something he longs for.

Falling for Morro is loving as long as the sun burns in the sky, and the moon is shining bright in the sky.

Loving on the bad days where you sleep in separate rooms and the good where he gets you flowers and kisses you softly in the morning.

Don’t give up on him, he’s trying so hard for you.

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Reasons Why Not To Train While Sick {@sicktember}

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Ships: Kai/Morro

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Description: Kai’s constant sniffling is getting on Morro’s last nerve.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 10: Excessive Use of Tissues/“Blow Your Nose”}

Morro wasn’t sure what was more annoying, the loud sneezing or the constant sniffling. The specter was always known to have a bit of a shorter fuse than most. He was just so easily irritated by even the smallest of things. Especially things that broke his concentration. Things like his boyfriend’s obnoxious sniffling.

Morro gave a hard round kick to the training dummy, its head flying clean off and ramming into the other wall. He then snapped his head towards Kai with a glare.

“Dude!” the master of fire hissed out between sniffles. “What the fuck, those aren’t cheap.” His comment lacked any actual venom. Instead, filled too much with snot.

“You are the most frustrating creature in all the sixteen realms,” Morro hissed out at him.

“What the hell did I do?” Kai asked, confused. He gave another harsh sneeze and groaned.

Morro felt his eye twitch at the sound. The same disgusting sound that had been plaguing him for the last hour of training. He ran a hand down his face with a groan. “One day you’re going to be the reason I fall to corruption again.” He put up his raining bow and grabbed Kai’s wrist, near violently shoving him through the doors.

“Woah, where are we going?”

“I’m throwing your ass to bed and suffocating you with tissues,” Morro gritted out as they walked.

Kai gave another loud sneeze as they walked down the halls and Morro shoved the other into his room.

“Lay down-“

“I’m not a dog.”

Morro gave the other a glare that clearly didn’t leave room for argument. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled before leaving through the wall.

Kai watched him go and sighed. He wasn’t really sure how he felt to have the ghost care for him while he was sick. They’d only just started dating less than a month ago and Morro himself had only been back in Ninjago’s realm for a little over a year. Things were better than they had been but sometimes it still felt odd.

Morro wasn’t as horrible a person as everyone thought initially. At least, he wasn’t when he stopped acting like a jackass for two minutes. And Kai wasn’t that stupid. He knew he could also be a jerk sometimes. Maybe that was why they got along so well. They were similar but just different enough that it didn’t always feel like looking in a mirror ready to rip him bare to the world.

And maybe Kai did kinda like him. After they’d beat the shit out of each other a couple times at least. To be fair, that was forever ago. And warranted. On both sides actually but Kai wouldn’t admit that out loud.

Either way, he still did as he was told. Well, mostly. He sat on his bed not really feeling the need to completely lay down. When Morro came back it was through the door, probably not wanting to bother with the annoyance of phasing physical objects through walls. He’d complained of the ordeal the other week, the thought still bringing Kai a chuckle.

Morro looked up at the sound. “The hell are you laughing about?”

“You.”

The comment only earned him a glare. Morro dropped a freshly opened box of tissues onto Kai’s lap and began ripping open a box of DayQuil.

“Where did you get this stuff?” Kai asked with another sniffle, not remembering it ever being bought.

“Despite the rest of you clowns being useless at anything that isn’t waving around your elements like circus animals, Zane and Nya do actually keep this place stocked with necessities.” He finally was able to pull the pills out of their cardboard prison before throwing down one next to Kai on the bed. “Now blow your damn nose before I lose my shit.”

“Why? Don’t think the sound of snot is sexy? Shouldn’t you be cooing over me and fluffing my pillows?”

“I will throw you into the ocean.”

Kai only let out a loud laugh at that. The sound making Morro visibly relax. The specter spun on his heel and let himself fall back onto the bed next to the ninja.

Kai took up the tissues and started to try and blow the sick from his nostrils as best he could before popping out the medication and throwing that back.

“You should take off training for a day or so and rest,” Morro said as he stared up at Kai’s ceiling from where he laid.

“It’s just the sniffles,” Kai replied before looking down at the other with a knowing smirk. “Why? You care about me or somethin’?”

“Yes,” was Morro’s only reply.

The bluntness of it caught Kai off guard. It really shouldn’t have. Morro was like this. One second it was all snapping hisses like an angry ally cat and the next it was blunt declarations of whatever was on his mind, affectionate or otherwise. Morro was weird, Kai decided. The ninja laid back on his arm as he stared at the other.

Morro must have felt the gaze after a moment, finally turning from the ceiling to look at him.

Kai moved to run a hand into Moro’s scattered hair. The first touch felt empty. Like touching mist or a cloud. When Morro realized what he was doing, he fully solidified his form, allowing Kai to feel the coarse strands of black that spread over his comforter like waves. It still felt off. Like not completely real. Like those dreams that feel too real to be dreams but too fake to be real.

Maybe that’s just what Morro was. A dream, a memory of a life. Kai tried not to think about it too often. After all, he was dating a dead guy. Not that his life wasn’t already really fucking weird. Kissing ghosts was just par for the course, it seemed.

Speaking of, Kai thought to himself before lowering his head to steal a kiss from the other.

Morro didn’t move away from it, but he did comment, “Gross. Don’t give me your germs.”

Only making Kai give out another laugh.

[lexi-the-writing-geek]

Wrote another Ninjago Oneshot featuring young Wu and Garmadon!