#literally Vibrating in my seat rn

[rennascorner]

happy update day! 💐🏠

[tianhai03]

wanted to do a painting before the year ends, so here's my new vegas guy again <3

he's extremely silly.

[melveres]

MMMASSIVE BOOK 7 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT OK THANKS 👍

HELLO?? HELLO. I AM GOING TO COMBUST-

AND!! BABY SILVER! ACTUAL HONEST-TO-GOD BABY SILVER!!! I WIN ITS MY VICTORY THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED FROM AN UPDATE TO BOOK 7

LILIA!! RAISING SILVER!! SINGING LULLABIES!! LITTLE SILVER GIFTED HIM THAT BRACELET WISHING FOR LILIA TO LIVE LONG!! aaaAAAAAA!!!!!!!

[blazersparker]

The dates in question:

They re both autistic and love parallel play :3 also helps that they're doing the same thing 2gether!! I'm so.normal about them

[scrawlingskribbles]

/drags my hands down my face in muted agony bc I am currently suffering delayed-onset 4/13 disease & tbh it might be terminal aktchewally

[starlightaxolotl]

there are 23 sticky notes on my desk rn where I was just writing out theories and questions for myself as I watched the show and I love that. feels like home.

[plaguechyld]

HI I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR POSTS I'M EATING THEM ALL UP

thoughts on sub yoriichi being your pretty housewife??? it's literally the only thing on my mind rn and i was wondering if you could add some headcanons onto that

thank you <33

Thank you for your support omigosh🥹🥹🥹🥹 Oh my done diddly gee I love this idea so much RAHHHH. It would just be so cute to come back to the strongest demon slayer doing house work and looking at you with big glassy and excited eyes while asking how your day was! I couldn’t help but steal him away from his housework at least a few times iykyk.

I didn’t know if you wanted sfw or nsfw headcanons so I did both. I hope that’s ok :((

SFW

Yoriichi who looks at you with the softest maroon eyes when you come home and instantly wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.

“Y/n, how was your day? I missed you.” He would say to you with the cutest sparkles in his eyes, his voice slightly muffled as he has his face buried in your soft chest.

“I did all the house work for you, you’ve been so busy lately and I really wanted to do something for you..” He says in that soft but deep voice whilst clinging to you like a young koala.

You literally have to peel this cute baby off you so you can get in the door, he’s just so happy to see you. When you finally make your way to sit on the couch you’re met with him making his seat in your lap.

He definitely loves it when you praise him for his hard work, brushing his long hair makes him melt and just want to cling onto you forever.

Yoriichi would definitely have your favorite food prepared when you come home too, and sometimes he’s so caught up in house keeping he forgets to eat lunch so you end up feeding him food as well.

He loves it when you come home and kiss him instantly and if you’re large enough, pick him up and twirl him in a circle while telling him how much you missed him!

If you were smaller than him, or you couldn’t pick him up, he’d definitely lift you up into his arms and hold you to his chest while placing kisses on your cheek and lips.

NSFW

He would steal all of your clothes during laundry day, including your underwear leaving you completely bare. When he comes back to give you some clothes to put back on, he’s pounced on and dragged to bed.

Yoriichi would definitely insist on washing you, or taking a shower with you so shower sex is a common occurrence between you two.

He definitely keeps himself clean so he’s ready to go whenever. You often take advantage of this and dirty your pretty little house wife. <3

Sometimes, he intentionally wears only some item of your clothing like a hoodie for example and nothing under it while he dusts the house, leaning over different surfaces to get that pesky dust. This ends up in him scrabbling to hold onto a table while you bend him over and fuck his ass so hard he forgets his gender!

He would definitely be needy at night, always grinding on your lap and begging you to “reward him for his hard work”. It’s up to you whether to reward him or not. (You always do)

He likes being dressed up in maid dresses and just dresses in general for you, it makes him feel all pretty while you fuck the living daylights out of him.

He would be into being forced to wear some sort of toy (Like a vibrator or anal plug.) around the house as a punishment until you get home. His cute legs quaking while he tries to clean.

He would love to be forced to clean something that might take some time or be difficult to while you lift his pretty ass off the ground and pound him into a table.

[plainemmanem]

I just know that modern steve would LOVE those vibrators that are controlled by an app on your phone. He would literally ask you to put it in just so you it would make running errands more interesting. He’d be making you squirm in the passenger seat at red lights, pretending like he wasn’t even doing anything. And of course he’d accidentally leave it on the highest level while you two were walking back to the car, and then wonder why your legs were giving out the second you opened the car door. “Baby wha- oh. Oh my god babe, I’m so sorry..” he’d apologize, feeling genuine guilt all the while trying to hide his smile.

adding onto this that steve is so big on you using your vibe in bed.

like he’s grabbing a condom and your vibe from your nightstand those are the essentials.

he’ll be fucking into you so so deep and sucking at your neck and whining about how pretty you are and how good you are and when you grab at his shoulders and scratch up his back and you moan about how close you are, he’s like “lemme grab it honey” and he’ll stop to rifle through your nightstand drawer and he’ll turn it on (just on the low setting, just enough to send you over the edge) and he’ll press it against your clit as he slowly starts fucking back into you again, and he’s just. so so wrecked looking at you squirm from the feel of it. he’ll try to kiss at your jaw as you writhe around and he’ll whisper little “let go sweetheart, i got you, i know i know” as you’re cumming and he’ll always turn it up a little big higher when you finally cum, and he just loves how tight it makes you when he’s inside you<3

also, sometimes when hes kind of turned on but doesn’t really have the energy to really fuck you, you guys will be casually playing with each other in your underwear in bed as you’re making out, and around half way through, he’ll pull back just a little, all breathless as he’s kissing down your neck to your collarbones like “where’s your vibe at?” and you’ll lean over to grab it from your dresser or wherever and he’ll be like “can i:)” and you’ll give it to him as he settles you against the pillows and crawls down between your legs. and he’ll always just turn it on low at first and just rub it over top your panties, just to get you started, and he loves to smirk up at you like that and wrap his arm around your thigh to keep you still. and then he’ll turn it up a bit higher and start to focus on your clit more, and when you start to squirm, he’ll be all cocky like “s’that feel good sweetheart? you need more?” and then when you start to grab at his hair, he’ll take the vibe completely off you and chuckle at your little whines. and then he’ll pull your panties to the side, just enough to see you, and he’ll kiss your clit all sweet with a little smile like he’s not absolutely OBSCENE rn, and he’ll peck at your inner thigh before turning your vibe up to the full setting and pressing it into your clit without any mercy <3 and then he’ll hold it there until you cum and the whole times he’s just trying to hold your hips down as you squirm and cooing down at you like “hey hey i know honey i know i got you, just lemme make you feel good sweetheart yeah i know” and he literally thinks it’s the hottest thing ever when he makes you cum like that, looking up at your pretty face from between your legs <3

[tojisun]

hi hi !! i get super nervous to send asks bc i’m shy and overthink things like crazy so IM SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD BUT

i just have to tell you that the way you write biker!simon is SO AGGHH

i don’t even have words for it !! the way you characterize him, and how you always paint him exactly as i imagine he would be

i literally remember following you for all your amazing toji content and the fact that everything you’ve created is so stunningly written :D

anyways i just wanted to drop in and say that i enjoy your content so much !! thank you for sharing it w us <33

my starling im sobbing rn??? this is genuinely one of the sweetest things ive read ever and im just!!! im so full of emotions

first of all: THIS IS NOT WEIRD AT ALL!! SO PLS DONT WORRY!! ik how daunting it is to send asks/messages to ppl so im proud of u for this <33 and on my end?? im super thankful for this sweet message!! im like vibrating on my seat (on the bus and godd im late for my class hahah) with so much giddiness its insane!!!

and im super glad to hear that (see? that?) omg!! biker!simon is yet another work of my projections and yearning for love, and im glad that u guys luv it!! i luv luv ragged simon or quiet simon or even dark simon, but im so in luv with simon who’s so smitten :(( more than that, reader (YOU!!) deserve to be pampered and spoiled and adored!!! and i luuuuuv writing reader getting their princess treatment <33

AND??? im so glad that ur still here even when i just kinda dipped from the jjk fandom :((( and im happier knowing that im able to create pieces for another fandom that u also are interested in!!

and AHHH THIS GOT LONG AGAIN BUT thank you for having fun with me my luv <333

[sallufix]

HI i know i posted my last drawing like 12 hours ago BUT I JUST CANT WAIT TO POST THIS OK?!? ESPECIALLY CUZ OF THE ALL NEW HYPE!!! I speedran this crap thinking it was gonna turn out bad but i guess it didnt?? IDK if u want more insight on my reaction (and to see sum doodles of the direct) then check out my last post! Im literally in school rn vibrating in my seat out of the excitement

[balloonboyismyson]

Hey! Have you seen the "Blast to the Past" Security Breach mod? It's an expansion pack!

The newest trailer was released eight days ago and it looks pretty cool!

I HAD NOT HEARD OF IT- IT LOOKS SUPER COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF I AM ABLE TO MOD ON PLAYSTATION I MIGHT TRY IT OUT!!!!!!! I AM EXCITED TOO BECAUSE I LITERALLY JUST LOOKED AT CONCEPT ART FOR THE GAME SO I RECOGNIZED SOME THINGS FROM THE TRAILER!!!!! I ALSO WATCHED SPIFF PLAY THE BETA VERSION OF THE GAME SO I AM VIBRATING IN MY SEAT RN

[jungle-angel]

I absolutely love your writing like UGH so I was wondering if you could maybe write something hangman x reader, literally anything, just not angst bc rn I am trying to do like five different tests that are due tomorrow even though it's literally the second day of class lmao....

Baaaaaaaaaabes!!!!! plz don't stress yourself even though the time window is small. I have a very nice little piece of real estate on this blog that might be right up your alley (lol)

"Babies??!!!" Jake called loudly as he set his gym bag down at the door. "Girls?!"

Jake had begun to get scared. There was no noise in the house at all, but to his relief, two little red-headed girls poked their heads up from the baby gate that had been closed at the top of the stairs, Missy in her little bright pink sundress and Molly in her denim shorts and American flag tank top.

"Girlies, why are you up there?" Jake asked them.

"Mommy sent us up here because we were running," Missy replied.

"Were you supposed to be?"

Both girls shook their heads 'no'.

Jake felt pretty bad. You had been studying for hours, trying to get through all the bureaucratic bullshit that had piled up during the week, but he also felt terrible that the girls hadn't been able to get outside much. "Gimme two minutes babies and I'll be back," he told them.

He found you in the home office, still studying, looking like utter hell and probably in the throes of a migraine episode. You felt his arms snake right around your shoulders, his lips on the nape of your neck and that deep drawl in his voice breaking you from your trance.

"Have they been out to play yet?" Jake asked you.

"Not that I know of," you groaned. "Your dad called earlier in the day and told me he couldn't take the girls because your mom was sick. I meant to but I've got way too much going on."

"My queen," Jake said. "You are stressing yourself out. I'll take the girls out and you do what you need to do. But the minute I get back, I want you upstairs in a hot bath with a lavender towel over your eyes and a mai thai in your hand. Got it?"

"Loud and clear Lieutenant," you chuckled halfheartedly.

"Alright," Jake said, turning back towards the stairwell. "Oh babies??!!! Who wants to go to Uncle Bobby's?!"

"We do!!! We do!!!"

"Alright, go get your shoes, your towels and your swim stuff."

You relaxed a little upon hearing the loud thumping of little feet on the floor above you. Thank God your husband had come home in the nick of time.

***********

Floyd Residence, 3:12 pm

The smell of the charcoal briquette wafted high into the air along with the smell of cooking hot dogs and hamburgers. Payback had already brought Geneva and Neveah over as soon as he had picked them up from his parents while Coyote had made his way over with Carla, Paloma and Tiago. A small, portable radio was perched on the deck table, turned onto a classic rock station while Bob tended to the grill.

"Uuuuugh this sucks," Coyote groaned as he flopped into the hammock.

"What does?" Bob asked him. "A hooker in the front seat giving head? Or you when it comes to handling intense G-force during practice?"

Coyote lazily flipped him off, Bob chuckling as he turned over a few of the hot dogs. "I swear Carla and Paloma weren't this bad. This little midget on the other hand......is not a child......he is a straight up ten.....on the Richter Scale."

"Oh one of those?" Bob chuckled again with a naughty shit-eating grin.

"I mean it Bob," Coyote told him. "If he doesn't eat every three hours....."

"Yeah and Auggie's the same way," Bob informed him. "Except with sleep. We feed him once in the morning, once in the afternoon and before you know it, kid has a full belly and he's out like a light till dinner."

Coyote groaned again, running his hands over his face in frustration as Payback laughed.

Bob craned his head a little, leaning over the deck rail to keep an eye on his nieces digging in the sand nearby when his phone suddenly vibrated. He looked at the screen and sure enough, there was Hangman's name with a message.

H- On our way over, (y/n) is stressing out and girlies need to run wild

Bob quickly replied back, letting him know that it was perfectly ok to come over but the girls had to stay outside until August and Tiago woke up from their naps.

"He coming?" Payback asked, digging a beer out of the cooler.

"Bagman will be over in a minute, he's bringing the girls," Bob answered.

"What about Phoenix?" Coyote asked.

"Can't make it," Bob answered. "She had to run all the way from the base to go to get Gabe, his teacher sent him home after he caught hand-foot-and-mouth from another kid."

Payback and Coyote groaned in disgust. Geneva and her sister had already had it once and that was enough for any of them.

It wasn't long before they all heard the familiar flip-flop of sandals slapping the rough-shod path through the woodline and saw Jake emerging with the girls. "Alright my loves, go play with your cousins," he told them.

Molly and Missy ran straight to Paloma and Carla, nearly tackling them into the sand. Jake joined the other three on the deck, desperately looking like he needed a beer.

"How's it hangin Bagman?" Bob asked him.

"Low like a bison's balls," he answered. "You got a cold one?"

"Cooler."

Payback handed him a fresh Sam Adams from the cooler, the cap popping right off before Jake took a swig. "I feel bad," he said.

"Why's that?" Bob asked.

"(Y/n) hasn't stopped studying since I got home from the gym," Jake explained. "She's all stressed out from the testing she has to do and of course my mom's still got bronchitis."

"Hey if she needs a quiet place she could've come here," Bob offered.

"Even with Auggie?"

"Kid sleeps as soon as he's eaten," Bob told him. "Moira feeds him at 7 in the morning and he's out till one in the after noon once he's chugged a whole bottle."

Jake made a note of it but still wasn't sure if you would have taken up the offer. "Any idea where the other miscreants are?" he asked.

"Uh let's see," Bob said, flipping over a few burgers as he tried to recall. "Rooster and Mav are doing a test flight until six, Rusty's helping Penny hanging something up at The Hard Deck....."

"What about Phoenix?" Jake asked.

"She was doing a test flight when she got a call that she needed to go get Gabe," Bob told him. "His teacher said he got hand-foot-and-mouth disease from another kid."

Jake's face contorted itself into an unpleasant grimace with a feigned gagging noise that followed. "That poor, suffering bitch," he chuckled.

The boys kept at it, griping about the day and enjoying the late afternoon barbecue when Jake's phone suddenly buzzed. He took one look at the message you had sent, you submerged in a bath with a mai thai in your hand and the foam from the bath oil covering just enough.

And it was all Jake could think about for the next hour as the kids played in the sand and the others went about their own business, coiling around his brain like an ivy vine. He couldn't wait to get home.

[starryvampiris]

WHERE DID ALL THESE BEHIND THE SCENES PICTURES FOR SAW COME FROM OH MY GOD IM LITERALLY IN HEAVEN RN HOLY SHIT I AM VIBRATING IN MY SEAT /POS

[its-stupidhours]

I have to like go outside and pace I don't have my earbuds rn so I have to watch the smallcrow video with subtitles and that is Not Good Enough I'm vibrating in my seat what the fuck what the fuck. why am I so insane about them literally what is wrong with me. "people are probably surprised to see you two in the same room after all the beef" I am EXPLODING as we SPEAK Anthony what the fuck what the fuck

[firesofdainix]

October 22: Masters | "I wish you never told me about the prophecy."

When it’s MY prompt!!! WHOOO!!! (so is Day 20 but THIS is the one I’ve been waiting for). I’ve literally written half of this before this gets posted, and let me just say... I’m practically VIBRATING in my seat rn.

@morrotober

AO3 Version

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An excerpt of my S5 rewrite in which Morro talks Wu into joining his expedition to destroy destiny instead of becoming the Green Ninja.

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The Bounty was oddly silent without his ninjas' presence— whether it be loud whooping from each of them in the living room as they watch a game, or bickering about serious matters, it was always filled with life.

The ship rocks slowly as it passes through the ethereal blanket of the night, nearing a rather stormy region in the continent. There were the sounds of rickety old wood, the fire of the rocket boosters burning, and shuffling furniture as the Bounty swerves from left to right. But, it lacks the invigoration of the marks that the ninja have; Kai's fiery protection, Jay's electric energy, Nya's fluid hobbies, Zane's ice-cold calculative nature, Cole's sturdy dependency, and Lloyd's lively disposition. They were not here marking the Bounty in ways where they have made it clear this is now their home, but rather, leaving it cold to the touch.

Wu wanted to come with them— the ghosts have his own nephew, after all. Say what you will about Wu, but by his own father he wanted to be with his family to save Lloyd Garmadon.

You let Lloyd slip through your fingers once more, the teasing lilt of Garmadon's voice becomes angry, ravenous even. If he was still alive right now, he would have prevented this. What kind of sensei does that?

Wu cannot apologize. He has nothing to say sorry for.

Want to know why he stayed behind?

Because he knows his ninja could do it alone.

He's seen their determined gazes as they look at one another, devoted to saving Lloyd and stopping Morro's plan.

"Master Wu, you should stay and watch the Bounty," Nya tells him, donning her ninja gi as the others prepare. "They might target our own home."

He feebly tells yes because… who is he to deny their whims?

Once the door closes, and he has no staff to lean on as his aging body has to remain old, a shadow passes over his face.

A shadow of regret and anger.

Anger for himself, of course.

Because he has assigned the ninja to clean up the mess he’s inexplicably made.

Was he ever a good teacher to them?

Yes, the sound of a voice that is currently swimming around him tells him, but he doesn’t believe it one bit.

NO! A voice reminiscent of a howling wind threatens his ears, a ringing sound of a child crying following soon after.

He believes that voice over the former.

As the Bounty calmly rocks at a slow, sedated pace, thunder rumbling outside, Wu walks down the familiarized hallways, having to use the wooden walls as a pillar to substitute his missing staff, stolen by the boy who had it all, before the weapons took it all away like a tornado.

He still could not believe it— after years of searching for the clue to his father’s tomb, it had been right under his hands, and he just had not suspected, even when his own father sat him down on the porch of their monastery, handing him his beloved and prized staff, before bidding farewell and walking down the steps as Wu watches on with confusion and stupefaction.

(Perhaps he had not listened. Perhaps he just didn’t want to listen.)

A strong wind blows against the ship, and he staggers backward as the ship struggles against this torrential wind. His mind ponders if it was Morro, summoning the winds to torment him over his regrets and decisions, but he shakes his head. While Morro and Wu are currently at odds now, he is not quite focused on defeating him— rather, he was focused on outdoing Lloyd, taking the title of the Green Ninja.

Admittedly, he is thankful that Nya had pressed the autopilot button before she left; he doesn’t know the intricacies of working on a ship such as this.

Hobbling to the outside of the Bounty, his hat almost flies over his head once he fully walks outside, the winds a ghastly beast. He catches it in a reflexive manner, setting it on his head hard.

He stares at the wind with a slightly puzzled expression.

The wind is quite wild tonight. Ninjago City did not broadcast monsoons coming so soon; it was still in the middle of the dry season, after all.

The ship enters a rather cloudy and foggy section of the sky, the ground and the moon being covered by the deep blue-gray of the puffy clouds, perspiration flowing around him. Cold vapor touches his skin, like a cold child’s hand touching his warm face all those years ago.

How time flows past him, he cannot comprehend either.

Wu inclines his head upwards, somewhat disappointed that the clouds have blocked his view of the moon. One of his favorite things to do when he was alone was brew some calming tea, settle himself on the ship’s deck, and stare at the moonlight with a content expression.

Just like old times.

“Wow Master Wu! The night looks so pretty up in the mountains.”

Wu grits his teeth.

Just like old times.

Somehow, for some reason, the wind grows stronger than before, to the point he has to hone in his training to cling onto the ship before he is blown away.

“The wind is angry today,” he muses to himself, feeling slightly worried. “It is as if…”

Clouds start to gather in front of the hull.

Wu stares at it with wary eyes.

A green glow starts to emanate from it.

Wu gulps, his throat coarse; had a ghost followed him?

The cloud starts to settle on the main form, as it continues to move at an inhumane pace, floating over the ship’s hull as the color green starts to glow brighter contrasting the darkness surrounding them. Wu transitions into a fighting stance, narrowing his gaze as the cloud continues to shift back and forth, before the tails of a scarf emerge from the tails of the clouds first, bending over the hull whilst the winds blow wider, definitely trying to veer the ship off-course, now that Wu is completely deducing the situation.

And, seeing how only one Elemental Master of Wind exists at this point in time, and he has a certain fixation on scarves, Wu knows his guest by now.

It still does not make his heart settle down, however.

Because now, he is being confronted by Morro, alone and without any interference.

The wind starts to tame itself as if it has been pacified by the arrival of its master. Or rather, Morro just wants the dramatic flair every villain must have when they reveal themselves.

While he feels something akin to a dreadful excitement in his heart, his calloused and bony hands hold him together, regret pooling as Morro’s own form continues to be built up by the clouds, soft and hard edges uniting as one.

Then, green-gold eyes stare at him through the dark.

The cloud dissipates, and the ghost of his first student appears in front of him.

“Morro,” he says, brazen and brusque. First student or not, he is actively attacking both him and his students. He lets out a deep breath, “My ninja are seeking your headquarters. Should you be there to stop them rather than waste your time on me?”

Morro raises a hand; shaped like a claw, fingernails sharp enough to distract him. He has an idle expression on his face, but Wu knows it was simply fake. Morro has never been an idle boy. "Why can't we not talk to each other anymore?"

"Because," then Wu becomes speechless as he tries to remember what he has to say without sounding as if he was objecting, "You are now against us, are you not?"

Morro hums, like a whisper against a loud crack of thunder. He turns to face him once more, a sneer on his lips. “Perhaps I am. But I know you hesitate to fight me, your first student.” He leans closer, but they are still far apart, something sincere passing over his gaze before it flickers away. “Your son.”

Wu’s eyes grow wide. Morro’s lips curl into a smile.

His thoughts betray him; Morro has indirectly called him his father. He has recognized that, in the short time they’ve been together, they have envisioned each other as father and son.

Huh, this feels familiar; a father on one side, and a son on the other.

Green eyes stare towards the wasteland in which the red ones reside.

Ah, now he knows why.

“... Son?” He repeats, walking further into Morro’s trap. He knows it’s a trap. And yet, he doesn’t step backwards.

“I denied you the courteousness that you deserved to be given, master.” Morro turns to the side, as if he was hiding the laugh that threatens to fall from his mouth. “You are my father; not the bastard that smokes and hits me with a tray over my head.” Bitterness explodes from his speech. Wu was merely hypnotized with the way he has called him his father.

But, while he could feel the joy that is being called a father by the only student whom he had failed (You do not deserve being called a father, Garmadon’s spiteful voice returns with a vengeance), he immediately remembers what has transpired over the past few days.

His mind was at a large impasse.

Must he always choose?

If he chooses nurturing and to aid the ninja, casting Morro out of the newfound circle he has found himself in, Morro will fall, deep, deeper down to the abyss in which he has perished. (Was it now too late to save him?)

If he chooses Morro… What of the others?

Why must Destiny make him choose? Why could he not forge his own path? Why must he let one suffer so the others shall thrive?

“You cannot save me any longer, father,” Morro says, resentful. A tragedy embedded into the stone. “I have chosen to side with the people who are willing to let me obtain what I want.”

"I know you want to join me, deep down," Morro's voice was deep, a reverberating sound of his suffering because of the worst mistake Wu has possibly made that affected his own loved one, and his thinly disguised anger and resentment, stored in the years he's been out of Wu's life, a killer, a villain in the making.

A villain which Wu had created, all because he thought he was the hero that would save them all.

Did you want to kill me, brother? Is that it? Garmadon's voice, always harsh but blunt, comes back to haunt him on the fateful night in which Misako had an epiphany to get her and the object they were arguing over out of that accursed monastery, disappearing like the stars that had once lit Wu's life with happiness and content.

He didn't think that, in the very end, Wu will pay the price for the mistakes he'd caused.

Telling too much to a starry-eyed, ambitious child who wanted to seek validation from his own master. His words filled with the glory and excitement he's had over finding the one in the guide of the prodigious child that has too much, so much talent.

(And, in the very end, it wasn't him, and those eyes that shine like the sun give way to the dreading feeling of fucking up someone who has so much to live for.)

He already knows what he is after— the Realm Crystal, a priceless artifact coveted by many ambitious individuals; they kill themselves to find the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master to purloin it.

And, once again, it is his own father’s fault that the world has come to such a conclusion.

Blaming someone else for your own wrongdoings is the most immature thing you have done, Garmadon's soft voice, never having left him alone, says, as if floating above his head in a wisp of eternity. You should know better. You should be better.

Indeed he must be.

But he seems to never have gotten better.

Now, he is faced with one of his worst mistakes and biggest regrets in his life: the ghost of his first student, tainted by the influences of the Preeminent that rendered him into… what he is now. It takes Wu a long while to adjust, having to look at Morro through a lens where he was now the villain after years of viewing him as the child he had lost both to destiny's whims and his own foolishness. Yet, no matter how much their fates are tied together, they will always be at different sides fighting for a different cause. He was perched on the Bounty's hull, as if he was a bird crying out a war that will befall on them all, his claw-like hands scratching his own ship with force (soft hands help him with chores, the embrace they have together). His scarf flows wildly in the wind; a wild element, unbound by both the master who it serves and the storms that it always accompanies, soaring through the skies as if it was some sort of hummingbird. (A wind that was once warm and filled with the sounds of passion, ambition, and pride, souring to become what it feels now: as cold as the storms that rack the entire world, anger, envy and resentment flowing like a whirlwind in the making.)

He was not the Morro he remembered.

And yet, in his heart, he knows it is the boy whom he had attempted to raise to become the savior of the world.

His idea of saving the world, however, was not in a way Wu had taught him.

"This is not who I wish for you to become, Morro," he continues to speak when he has no right to even converse with the young man whom he had failed. His voice was no match for the howling of the wind, beastly and ghastly, like the shrieking of a banshee. He did not know if his voice is carried by the wind towards its destination; now that its master is back, they are now inclined to follow his every order.

He hopes that the sadness dripping in his voice would carry well to him.

Morro sneers, poison and conflict evident in his expression. Even after all these years, he could still read him like a book. "You made me like this, Master. You told me that destiny has spoken the day the Golden Weapons refuse to react to my presence, how I was nothing more but the Elemental Master of Wind but the Green Ninja." His green eyes, filled with a chafing torrent of feelings, makes him pause. His scarves fly around the wind like claws racing to tear him apart. "But now, I realize it is not you, nor the pathetic son of Garmadon who denied me of my destiny." As if on cue, thunder rolls from the distance.

Wu remains standing against the impeccable storm, hoping to knock some sense into his first student. If he can do the same with his own younger pupils, what is the difference between them and a man he's wronged? His beard flies and his conical hat threatens to be blown away as the Bounty's autopilot hits a rather bumptious section of the skies. "Why have you returned then, Morro? If you no longer desire the title of the Green Ninja, what is your motivation?"

He smirks, his grip on the hull becoming loose as the wind attacks the wood of the Bounty, ripping apart its rough surface like paper. He stands in the midst of the ship, a shadow in the limelight cast in the night sky. He was thin like a twig, and yet, he was just as strong as his pupils, possessing a strength he had once seen in those who started training with their own elements early. His strength is, indubitably, one of the sole reasons Wu has deduced him to be the Green Ninja, only for that ever-living hope to be turned down. The green glow emanating from his skin differentiates him with the other darker surroundings, scarves tailing around him like snakes coiled and ready to attack.

"Destiny is a malady that must be destroyed," he replies in a settled, motivated manner. The wind then picks up thanks to the revelation of his motivation.

Wu frowns at this statement. He should not have expected any less of a person who was so adamant about refusing to listen to destiny. "And… how shall that be possible? Destiny is not a person or a place to destroy nor conquer.”

“Oh, but I know who are the harbingers of Destiny,” Morro replies dubiously, staring at the skies above, towards the clouds which the Bounty can never reach. “I am going to save them all. Saving them from having to become the pawns of destiny.” His eyes stare back at Wu. “A Green Ninja will save his people from the Dark Lord. Not… save them from D Rate villains that would return to bite them in the ass. A Green Ninja must solve the problem, nip it in the bud.”

“And you presume that Green Ninja to be you.”

“Precisely,” Morro sounds a little too proud about this.

“So, you are still attempting to prove Destiny wrong, that you are the destined Green savior.”

Something dark grows upon Morro's face. "I have no love for the title any longer. I have a new dream; a better dream than the measly prophecy you deceived me to believe was mine."

Wu winces. "I… you were a prodigy among prodigies. It is not an excuse, but it is an explanation as to why I chose you." He shakes his head. "I apologize for the consequences of letting you need a destiny that is not yours. It wasn't designated for you."

It was the wrong thing to say, towards a ghost who lost everything because he had wanted to appease that word.

"Was it all just a matter of destiny?" He repeats in a barely hushed tone, as gales of wind start to blow against the Bounty, almost haphazardly taking it out from the sky. Wu's entire body buckles, as he holds on to his staff to form some kind of boundary against the impending storm that Morro is currently creating himself. In front of him, his first student snarls with years' worth of anger, slowly storming over his already tumultuous face. Thunder passes the two of them, and Wu remembers what element lightning bows to. Morro takes a dangerous step forward. "Was it my destiny that I was not chosen to be the Green Ninja? Was it my destiny that I decided that to prove I am worthy, I must find the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master? Was it my destiny that I be sent to the Cursed Realm after I use my last breath to curse my existence? Was it my destiny I must become the villain in your story so that you and I must be on different sides?! So my torment is nothing but the Writers of Destiny deciding to give me unfortunate happenstances in my life?!" His voice rises every question, every crime against him, and the wind continues to howl, like a thousand souls screaming at Wu about his wrongdoings.

"I did not mean it that way," Wu replies, holding his conical hat down so that the wild winds wouldn't fly it away. "Destiny simply cannot be fought against."

"So you're going to stand idly as I suffer because of your foolishness?!" He asks, walking towards him with a sweeping speed. "How can you be my loving father but also be a braindead sensei?! You are so ridiculous."

Wu sighs. "Even when old age offers wisdom, I still seem to have an impulsive side."

Morro stares. "You have to be joking."

"Why would I be?"

Morro opens his mouth, and he shakes his head, feeling annoyance grip his soul. "You may be old and senile, but you never change." Then, feeling as if he's getting quite off-topic, he scowls. "You are distracting me from the greater good I must commit."

Wu meets his eyes. "People forget that sometimes, the greater good will only be good to them, and not to others."

"I won't care," Morro replies harshly, tone sharp as a knife. "They'll be thanking me once they realize I've destroyed destiny. You will show gratitude to me as well." Morro's eyes turn back toward Wu. "Join me, father. Perhaps my Mistress will spare you when you show your loyalty to us prematurely."

Wu frowns. "What makes you think I will join you?"

Morro scoffs, raising his arms as if the answer was obvious. "How many times has Destiny screwed you and your family over? The Great Devourer biting Garmadon, his slow descent to evil which led to you forcing your hand, and your own nephew having to bear the brunt of the heavy title? Don't you feel… angry towards destiny? At yourself for listening to an ungrateful concept?"

Wu doesn't speak for a while. Morro was, as much as Wu hates to admit it, sounds so convincing he can feel himself swaying without any complaint towards his wind. It was noisy and hushed at the same time, whispering deceitful, deceptive promises into Wu's ear. Perhaps Morro learnt from the Preeminent, like a siren in the water that sings dreams until you are tired of listening from afar. And, like the novice sailor warned of their lovely voice, he makes the mistake of listening, feeling his senses go numb as the dreams he has gotten rid of return to haunt him.

Him and Morro being together again was his prime dream.

And this was an opportunity he could not fathom and believe would come by.

He feels as if he is currently in the temptation, taking the apple from the snake.

But once again, his mind returns to the ninja he has the opportunity to teach.

Lloyd, Nya, Kai, Zane, Cole, Jay.

Something heavy settles in his heart.

Morro is his student as well, but…

He feels his heart puncturing into tiny pieces.

Again, he has a new family now.

He did not know when Morro grew so close towards him; his face was leaning forward now, expecting his answer, hoping that his answer were words of affirmation. There was that hope in his eyes again— the hope that crackled and burned when it was clear to everyone else that Morro was not the destined Green Ninja. Wu almost chokes at the sight of it; by his father, this ghost was a child. A child he condemned to a life of misery and doom!

Wu swallows.

He was no good at this.

He cannot choose someone without consequence.

Wu lets out a deep breath.

Morro raises a brow, his face expectant. “Well?”

The old man lets the wind whoosh around them. It was so noisy he could not even hear his own thoughts.

“I am sorry Morro,” Wu says, gravelly and broken. The wind suddenly stops turning against the Bounty, as if it was just as shocked as their master, who was currently staring at him with a shell-shocked face. Even his scarves, alive like serpents, lay still on his feet. Golden eyes meet his green-gold ones, currently experiencing a rough inflammation. “I cannot join you. My ninja— they need me. To fight against you. I, as their master, cannot give up on them; the way I gave up on you.”

Morro stares at Wu in horror, completely in shock as if these turn of events were unprecedented. Well, if his own son did not expect this… were they even able to reform the bonds that strained them to the point of no return.

The ghost recovers immediately, however, like a whiplash of wind bending back to a wilder, more lightning-forged shape. How invisible, yet how formless, the wind is. There was still hurt and sadness in his eyes however, as if he was hoping that in some form and way, the two of them would not have to fight on different sides, never tearing apart into tiny little pieces. But, Morro cannot be saved by talking, as he’s already declared which side he is going to have to fight with; Wu cannot teach those who would not listen, after all.

Morro’s corporeal form shifts, liquid and random; to a helpless, young child almost in the brink of starving to death, a young man in nomadic clothes searching for an answer to all his problems, another young man that looked happier and lively, and, lastly, back to his ghostly form, his humanity whittling away ever so slowly when Wu tries to look at him coherently. It was as if he is going through all of the appearances that can warrant pity and the memories seeping through the cracks. Wu sees him hunching over, his face obscured by his unruly hair as he starts to laugh. It was a haunting laugh, too beautiful for a man that has seen it all, too terrifying for a young man, a harrowing take of regret.

"You're throwing me away!" He says between laughs. "You're throwing me away like I was just garbage!"

Wu watches on as his regrets, already being piled up into a mountain, become even higher.

Morro stops laughing, and the wind, for the first time, stops speaking; falling silent as they bow to their master. There was a burning sense of betrayal and hatred in his eyes, his own form of cyclone forming in his expression, wild and abandoned.

He grits his teeth out, shaking with intensity as a bitterness like never before explodes within his surroundings.

"I wish you never told me about the prophecy."

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