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A list of all the writing I’ve done so far ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
I know it’s overwhelmingly Morro-centered but I swear I understand and love every character like they are my soulmates. If you enjoy my writing , feel free to leave a suggestion! Requests are open. Just nothing suggestive for Sora, Arin, Wyldfyre, and Euphrasia. Additionally, I won’t write mlm smut because I am a woman and will never know what it’s like to be with another guy… as a guy. If I get enough suggestions maybe I’ll research it, but I fear I’ll disappoint you.
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All works center around an AU where Morro was resurrected after Day of the Departed., all are for a gender neutral reader unless stated otherwise. all are Reader x Resurrected Morro:
“Hangover” - Taking care of a hungover Morro - Contains angst
“Short Sleeves” - Morro has a meltdown over his scars - This includes topics of self-harm so please do not continue if it’s triggering - hurt/comfort
“Sleeps like he’s still dead” - First night in the same bed - Watching him for a bit as he sleeps in his eccentric way - No conversation, just description
”Doing Morro’s eyeliner” - Very popular among men in the emo/goth/metalhead subculture so both him and reader indulge in those subcultures, and the reader wanted to do his eyeliner for him, just once. Contains a lot of dialogue
“A good mom”- (F! Reader but any gender can interact of course!) - Reader waits with Morro at the police station after he saved a little kid from an attack in Ninjago. He imagines a family with them.
”Something for blood” - Reader has been trying to keep their vampire identity a secret from Morro, but can’t hide their thirst for blood after he accidentally cuts his finger
“Dirty Laundry” - (F! Reader but any gender can interact) - Contains smut - trying to deny a high Morro sex while he’s horny, folding.
”Losses, back to back” - Morro returns from a mission, injured. Reader tends to his wounds. Morro’s POV.
“It changes nothing” - Morro x F! Reader who is masc presenting. Morro is surprised to find out about it.
“Canvas” - Reader has batwings. Morro dolls them up.
“The present of your presence” - Formerly homeless reader with abandonment issues spoiling Morro for his affection
“Attitude adjustment” - Morro acts out for sexual attention after a bad day - contains smut
NSFW hcs for MorroxReader (Sub and Dom)
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Following works do not contain any ships. Still centered around Morro:
”Kite” - Wu returns the kite he gave Morro as a gift all those years ago
”Typing from a distance” - Centered around both Morro and Kai, who are written to be quick to judgy gossips. Corporate Workplace AU with a reader who has social anxiety , and wants to befriend them
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Following works are Reader x Arin, takes place between s1 and s2 of dragons rising:
“Burnt Out” - Arin is training to the point of exhaustion, you have to be there to take care of him.
Following works are headcanons:
Headcanons for Kai and Nya’s little sibling
NSFW Hcs for MorroxUser
Following works are not reader insert and are meant to be stuff I wrote set in Ninjago’s universe:
“The fun before the storm” - The Ninja at karaoke at the end of SOG. Cole and Jay sing super bass.
Following works are sibling oneshots:
“Tortured Hero” - AU where Lloyd has an older sibling (the reader), and they take him on a resort trip to get him to destress. A little angsty and cheesy.
Do you guys think Morro’s green streak is natural or dyed?
natural
dyed
Voting ended onMar 28
It’s not present in dragons’ rising so it was probably dyed. Butttt he has it as a homeless baby.. and I don’t think hair dye would be a priority for him when he was that little and vulnerable?
I like the idea of it being natural because it sorta means he was destined to be emo. His oversensitive and emotional character already suits the subculture.
But it being dyed would be cute because it means he’s consistently been redyeing it until he went to the cursed realm. He prioritized it alongside food and shelter during his search for the cave lmao. Sounds like something he’d do.
can I request a gn!reader who's incredibly sexy in the most mysterious way possible x kai🤲 I think he'd go nuts trying to figure out reader and it's really fun to think about... reader is new to the team and notices kai is actively going crazy about them because all he knows is their first name and he hasn't realized reader doesn't speak unless they feel like it. reader lures him in with their ID to have a conversation about his horrible job at borderline-stalking (which is incredibly amusing to reader)
apologies if this is too specific this is me letting my crazy flag fly🧍
I’m sorry for keeping you waiting so long 💔 don’t be sorry abt being specific! I prefer it :) I’m not entirely sure what you meant by “lures him in with their ID”.. so, I hope the scene I wrote works with what you imagined. I wrote so much I hope I made the character as smug as you wanted 😭😭
Moth to flame
Kai x GN!Reader, takes place before the events of dragons rising, set in canon verse
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Kai is an inquisitive guy— with a complete lack of self control. If he was curious about something, there was no way in hell he’d just let it go. He had to figure it out. He had to figure you out.
People warmed up to him pretty fast. Although he was a bit intense, a bit quick to joke around— he was friendly. He didn’t make things boring. You seemed to be immune to his charms, though. Every time he’d look around to see who was laughing, you wouldn’t be. Eventually, he’d only search for yours, but to no avail.
Practically never speaking. Always training in your room alone, late at night. Always keeping your arms crossed, your eyelids low, and your gaze intense; piercing. Almost never spotted eating. Never smelling like sweat, even after hours of cardio.. hair barely even greasy. It’s insane, he’s like, “Do they ever even have to take a shit? Do they ever do anything embarrassing?”. What are you even like at your worst?
A name has always been enough. It was always the first step. Now, it feels like a blockade. A limit. Like it’s all he’ll ever know about you. It’s as close as he’ll get to your hair and skin. The lashes that frame your eyes and the hands that held him down during your guys’ spar. But.. hey,.. he’s not the type to back down from a challenge. Challenges make things more exciting. His brain needs them, or else he’ll become bored.
You left the dinner table before everyone else, as you normally do. This time, you’re followed. You swear the ground isn’t moving the same. You recognize who this is, from the way they’re sneaking around. The interval in which their steps are lightest— how frequently or infrequently they made it seem as if an object was moved by the wind. What really sealed the deal for you though, was the scent of his cologne. He sprays generously. He must be very anxious about smelling bad. Smells like it’s camellia oil based, actually.
He’s not half bad, though.
Every time you turn around, you probably look crazy. He leaves no trace.
You make sure to lock your door once you get into your room. You’ve already put a privacy screen in front of the vent, the day you moved in. You’ve ensured the curtains are completely opaque— that they cover the glass without leaving room for peeking. You’ve made sure your floorboards have plaster between them, that your walls have no cracks. You’ve made your room impenetrable.
This would have to stop, truly. You barely know the kind of guy he is. If he’s just admiring you or if he has awful intentions. You like your sleep. You don’t want to do it with one eye open. So, tonight you’ve put together a plan. You’d address this within the next few days.
You’re obviously being watched. You know because the puddles on the ground outside , often experience a brief moment in which the light doesn’t hit it properly, as if someone is above it and one of their limbs had blocked the sun. You know because sometimes the tatami mat will creak a split second after you’ve taken your step. You know because sometimes the fire lighting the lamps in the hallways will flicker unusually, as if somebody has swiftly moved past it. No matter how sneaky a ninja is, they cannot change nature.
The best proof you have of it being Kai, is the cologne. So, you’ve been eating spicy food lately.. you should keep your nostrils open.
And without a doubt, every time something strange happens, that familiar smell of camellia oil hits your nose.
You tell Wu you must go into town to verify your legal status as a ninja in Ninjago. You say they need a lot more identification than you thought, that the rules have changed in the past few years. That was bullshit. The literal son of the FSM was letting you train under him. You didn’t need to prove anything to the authorities. However.. Wu is probably not aware of this… he hasn’t been involved in law-making since the end of the serpentine war. You aren’t sure he buys your lie, but he doesn’t really have to. Because Kai’s in the room, and you know he’s listening. He goes still every time you talk.
“I must have left my ID in your room.”
“Why would it be there?” Wu asks, looking up from his book.
“I had to sleep there during my first week. Do you recall? When my window had a crack and my room was too cold to sleep in..”
“…Oh.., Yes. I do. You may enter and check.” He continues reading. Is that a comic book?
You think the next thing you say is about to sound a bit.. unnatural. You just hope Kai doesn’t pick up on it.
“Okay. Thank you, Sensei. It is all I’m missing… the rest of my identification, it’s all in my room..”
You hope Kai caught that.
You locked your door. You never leave it open. If you had, he would’ve recognized it was a trap— he would have recognized you wanted someone to enter. You can’t unscrew your vent. He would recognize that as a trap, too. Any change you make to weaken your security, would make your trap obvious to him.
So you leave everything the exact same.
“I might be in there for a long time, Sensei. I apologize in advance.”
“Take the time you need. It is important you retrieve your ID.”
You make it seem as if this is Kai’s only chance; This is the only time Kai has been you’ve ever been away from your room for what he imagines is a long period of time. He hates that about you. You never want to spend time outside of your room unless you’re training. And you do not train far from your room.
He has to take this chance.
After Kai leaves the room, you follow. He was quick. You have no idea where he is, but he’s probably entering through the floorboards. This time, since you aren’t in the room— he doesn’t have to worry about making a lot of noise cracking the hardened plaster. You smile to yourself. If he does indeed go through the floors, the plaster’s going to crumble all over him and cover him in powder.
You pretend to look through Wu’s room… How many copies of the same hat does he own..?? Then you feel it. The vibration against your wrist.
You put motion sensors on top of the floors, by the windows, and by the vents. They aren’t meant to make any noise when the intruder walks in. They were so expensive… if it is indeed Kai in there, he owes you a lot of money..
Your return to your room quietly. Well, as quietly as you can when you’re sprinting. You twist the key, unlocking your door, to see precisely who you thought it was.
“It’s not what you think it is!” He exclaims, wiping the plater’s residue off his face. You look at the loose floorboard he’s standing beside.
“I don’t care what it is. What justifies you breaking into my room? And don’t try to run away and lie! You’re covered in plaster, it’s obvious you broke in here. And the incense picked up your scent.”
“I wasn’t going to try to run..” Yes he was. “Picked up my scent? What?”
“I know you’ve been following me around. I know it was you every time, because your sloppy stalking was always accompanied by cologne… You aren’t supposed to be wearing any as a ninja. It gives you away.”
“Hey! My stalking was not sloppy” He crosses his arms. He pouts. Ever so slightly. As if he has any right to be petty.
“So it was you. Every time.” You don’t take your eyes off of his for even a second.
“Well, yeah ..! Didn’t you already figure that out?”,
“Thanks for confirming it.”
He sighs and unclenches his fists.
“… Nothing really gets past you, huh..?.. Well, how do you like my cologne? Is it up to your standards?”
“The tsubaki oil note is too strong.”
“What’s that?”
Why did you entertain that question?
“Why have you been stalking me?!” You inch closer, fists ready to strike.
“Because I don’t trust you! You come in out of no where, you don’t talk, I— nobody gets to know your last name, nobody knows where you’re from or why you’re here or how long you’ll be here!.. it’s weird, it’s suspicious! You’re telling me you wouldn’t suspect somebody like you?” You thought he’d back up, but he closes in. …Please. You’ve spent years training to be stoic during all kinds of situations. You can’t laugh because he looks like a powdered donut. But you do. And when you do, you see him grow a little pink underneath all that plaster residue.
He groans, wiping his face off with his hand even more.
“Will this break me out?” Of course he’s worried about his stupid skin. And not the violation of code of conduct all this is.
“Are you sure that’s why you started following me around? Because you suspect me of.. turning against you? What, you don’t trust your master’s judgment?”
He raises a brow. Yeah, you’re clearly new here.. “Uh. No, I don’t..” he laughs to himself, probably looking back on the consequences of blindly trusting whatever Wu says. “His judgment makes him keep things from us. Believe me, he won’t be that offended if you told him..”
“..But I’m sure he’d like to hear about you stalking me and breaking my room?”
“Oh please. I’ve done this before. Everybody’s used to it.”
Yeah, you aren’t shocked. He seems like the guy.
“Great. You won’t mind if I go up to him then, right?”
“Go right ahead. He’ll attribute this to some.. crush. He’ll call it a youthful infatuation”. He makes his voice higher on the last part, mocking Wu’s speech.
“Is that what this is?”
“..No.”
“You said it, not me. Really? Well, that’s cute. Doesn’t justify trying to watch somebody change, though.”
“I’ve never done that! I’ve never even attempted to watch you do.. anything like that.. Just— you shut up! Nobody here trusts you except for Sensei, and you’ve got only yourself to blame for that.”
“So instead of talking to me like a normal person, you follow me around?”
“You weren’t going to answer honestly if I just asked. I had to know more about you through.. something you couldn’t hide.”
“Creep..”
“If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t be so quiet!”
“Maybe I just like my privacy? Maybe I was just trying to settle in before opening up? And maybe constantly feeling like I was being watched since week 1 made me more reserved.”
“… Well-“
“I wasn’t going to start pouring by heart out when I was obviously being followed by somebody here. Hell, I wasn’t going to do that either way. Because not everybody’s like you! Loud and obnoxious.”
“I’d rather be a loud, obnoxious creep than some weirdo that tries to act like they’re a part of the air in the room.”
You scoff. What an asshole. He is cute, and you like teasing him, but his judgments can be pretty cruel. You turn around to inform Wu of what happened, when he grabs your arm.
“Hey.. I’m.. sorry. I—“
“You’re just trying to stop me from telling him. Are you afraid of getting in trouble?”
“What is this, middle school?” Ironic, because he clearly didn’t attend such a thing. “Let me clear things up. Look, I never wanted .. to make you feel unwelcome. I’m.. I’m just really antsy, alright? And when somebody does something out of the ordinary— and you, are absolutely out of the ordinary..” his ears get pink. “It’s.. anxiety-inducing, I dunno. It’s not like we’ve had it crazy safe. We’re ninja, for fuck’s sake — Somebody’s after us every week. I’m not trying to sound big-headed, but we’ve got targets on our back for all the work we’ve done for Ninjago! So, heaven forbid I try to look out for my team, it’s not like we ever get much peace.”
“..It doesn’t.. make it okay—“
“And I never tried to watch you change, by the way! Or in the showers, or any perverted shit like that! I’ve.. never even seen you wear any less than this..” He looks you up and down. What, is he imagining it? “And.. admittedly, you’re also.. annoyingly interesting… cuz of how little you say..”
You sigh. it is true, the motion sensors never went off around the vents of windows unless it was you. Nobody was trying to watch you in a compromised state. And the showers, well they’re totally locked down when you’re in there. Even if he had weird intentions.. he couldn’t have really acted upon them. You still aren’t convinced it’s totally his suspicion of you that motivated this.. but.. it’s.. not such an invalid reason.
“As sloppy a decision it is.. to wear cologne when you’re supposed to be untraceable—“
“Ugh, let it go.”
“You’re awfully loyal.. and.. you investigate everything.. even when it may be.. unethical. Traits of a very.. dedicated ninja.”
His brows raise, getting ready for the catch to your praise. “…Thank you—“
“But I’m here to do my job. I can promise you that. That’s all. And you should too, instead of.. pursuing people.” You smile to yourself, finally looking up to meet his gaze,
“Pursuing” he rolls his eyes. He's getting really defensive. “You’ve got a really big ego on you..”
“You seem like the type. To get excited by things that want nothing to do with you. Do you normally get exactly what and who you want? You’re awfully spoiled—“
“Don’t. Make this into something it’s not..” His eyes dart around the room, avoiding direct contact with yours. “I’m sorry. And I’ll.. leave you alone”, Sure he will. “Just.. we don’t know who you really are.. Talk to us more.”
“Oh I’m sure you’d like that.”
“Yeah. I would.” He admits. “Just.. try to settle in with us. And I promise the stalking will stop. For good.”
“Yeah.. I believe you alright.”
“I swear… Did you.. find your ID?”
“…You haven’t caught onto the fact that it was part of the trap?”
“Oh. You serious?”
“Yes! I’m training under the First Spinjitzu Master’s son! I don’t need to verify anything!”
“Well how was I supposed to know?”
“Oh my god. Get out. Actually, clean up around here first. I take it I won’t be needing to plaster my floors anymore, right?”
“No… Well, I would in case somebody else… takes an interest in you..”
“I think you’re the only one depraved enough.”
“Yeah okay.. I’ll get a fuckin broom…”
You pick the floorboard off the ground and dust it off. You smile at the burn marks on the wood. What a great first month’s impression from the Master of Fire.
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Did you guys know ninja working for the same master never stalked eachother? It was a huge offense if they did. Ninjago is such a laid back interpretation of what Ninja were really like.
I had to diagnose a fictional character with a disorder in my psychology class, and I chose Morro. I thought I’d link it here in case anyone wanted to read it! I said he had BPD. He’s clearly mentally ill so I’d love to hear what you guys think he has.
The only change I made from my actual assignment was I redacted my name from this one.
Medical Report: Diagnosis & Analysis of Morro Wu — Name redacted — Introduction: This paper will contain a clinical diagnosis for the fic
Hi! Hello! Hi! Do you have any headcanons about Morro being a dad? 😗
yes 👉👈 so many. My inbox reads my mind sometimes. Some hcs will apply to adoptive children, too. He’s likely to do something like that, being adopted himself :) Let me know if you want a kid/teen version.
Morro as a father headcanons (newborn-6 months)
Resurrected Morro!AU, reader can be of any gender
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-He would lay his head on his partner’s chest during pregnancy. Lightly tap, knock. Flash dim lights. Playing with his baby before he got to hold them. He would get so excited when the baby kicked. One of the most genuine smiles he’ll ever sport.
-He’s terrified to hold the baby at first. It’s so tiny. So soft. So fragile. One wrong, reckless move from him— and he could kill them. That little heart would stop beating. It’s mortifying. It takes him forever to get used to that light weight, that tiny heartbeat.
-Once he gets used to his baby, he’s always tickling them. Blowing raspberries into their soft, chubby bellies and cheeks, rubbing his thumbs under their feet. Those high pitched giggles heal something in him.
-He always plays with them after feeding. Terrible idea. He thinks he’s being careful, but when the baby throws milk up on his neck and face— he stops. For a few days.
-He loves when the baby lays on his chest. He loves to pat their butt to sleep, feeling their breathing even out, matching his heartbeat. He feels so needed.
-Being a dad makes him feel a lot. He can’t handle it. So he’ll insult his baby sometimes. Playfully. “Your eyes are huge. Creep.” “Your arms are so fat” “Ugh. Gross. Drooling all over me”. But it’s always paired with him nuzzling his nose right into their neck. He wouldn’t trade this chubby little nuisance for anything.
-He says it’s corny, but when he comes home and sees his baby in some cheesy onesie, his heart absolutely melts. Something like, “Daddy’s little sailor”, “Daddy’s little ninja”, “Dad’s favorite”— paired with that huge, gummy smile when they see him walk in.
-Morro talks to his babies a lot. Totally normally. He never baby talks. He talks to them as if they’re an adult. Same monotone, dry voice. “Ugh.. you smell disgusting. You need to eat more fiber.”, “Your clothes are getting tight.. may need to skip out on some formula…”, “Your haircut turned out alright. Made your head look a lot bigger.. but, you look nice.”
-He cried when they called him dada for the first time. Sobbed, even. This little thing just trusts him. All he has to do was be there. He’s their daddy. They have a name for him now. They know how to call out for him now. It’s sacred.
-He’s always questioning the logistics and morals of the baby shows with his significant other. With the baby being right there. “Why would they make the kid so happy after getting ice cream? That’s gonna teach our kid to be materialistic..” . To be fair, he has a point.
-He gets really invested in roleplay with the baby though. In play fights, he wants his character to win. He’s merciless.
“Nope. I got three hits on your Superman first. I win”. He won’t budge.
your headcanons about dom morro.. you seriously gotta consider writing a slowburn, morro x reader fic ..
this is the post this person’s talking about btw 🥹🥹 gotta do some marketing
I’ll make a poll when my following grows ! I’m having a hard time with that tho bc my uploads have gotten so inconsistent 😵💫 but yeah this is definitely a consideration :) I’d probably do this on ao3 or wattpad if enough people ask.
Warning: Also NSFW under the cut. (Will add another warning at that part.)
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A/N: Inspired by @oxxytocinoverdose
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. This man is an absolute brat with anger issues. His way to blow off steam is driving— really fast. He likes the feeling of the wind while doing it.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. He tends to complain, A LOT, and during these times you’re doing something else while he’s beside you rambing on and on about what pissed him off during the day.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. If someone tells him what to do, Morro’s first instinct is to do the exact opposite. The moment someone says, “Calm down,” he’s already ten times angrier.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊When he’s mad, he’ll avoid you entirely before making a fuss— but also somehow be everywhere you go. Gives you small signs that he’s mad about something because he wants you to notice he’s upset.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. He has a jealous streak a mile wide. One time he punched a senior who was trying to hit on you. That time the man was trying to flirt with you, you didn’t even know what happened the whole duration of it. The next thing you know, Morro came running punching the guy.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. The guy has a massive ego.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. One time you ignored his advances the entire week to study for the exams… He got so annoyed that when he knew you were aiming for the top spot, he got his revenge by taking your spot. The entire student body was baffled that he even got sent to the faculty for allegedly cheating. Morro took the exams the second time and came with the same high score. That time when you were out there gawking at the rankings, he was in a corner, leaning against the wall with a smug smile that radiated ‘I’m better than you.’
“Guess all that studying didn’t help you much, huh?”
“Morro,” you hissed, “..you did this on purpose.”
He merely shrugged, still having that smug look on his face.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊ Sportsfest. That time, Lloyd was your class representative for the Taekwondo match. You and your classmates were out there cheering for your class… It took you by surprise when Morro was competing against him, when he never mentioned anything to you about him representing his class.
When the referee raised his hand, declaring the winner, the world blurred for a second.
“Let’s go, Morro!!—…”
Every head around you turned. One of them slowly said (Jay), “...Hey uh, aren’t you supposed to be cheering for our class!?”
And that’s when it hit you.
Your brain short-circuited. You slumped in the corner berating yourself for that mistake knowing rumors may start because of this. Meanwhile Morro glanced over from the mat — sweat on his jaw, chest heaving, that smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. He’s the type of person to listen to music like Chase Atlantic or Odetari while road raging.
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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. You never would have expected you’d do it in a public place. Morro dragged you in what seemed to be a storage room when he was absolutely losing it after he saw you with Lloyd even though you made him perfectly aware that you were going to be with him for a class project which was 30% of your overall grade.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Morro was whining and complaining all over the place. He was practically fuming that when you held his hands it was very warm.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. You flinch. “Morro—”
“No! Don’t ‘Morro’ me!”Morro’s chest rose and fell fast. “Why do you have to do this to me? Why… why can’t you just—just be mine when I need you?!” His voice cracked again, shifting from anger to desperate hurt.
Then, just when he sounded calm, his voice spiked again, almost bratty: “And don’t you think I’m letting this slide! No way! You’re going to pay for this—“
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Then you hugged him tightly, caressing the back head until he breathes calmly. He tries to struggle out but you firmly held unto him. You felt him tense up under your touch. His hands twitched once more, then fell still.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. You tried to lead him to sit on top of a stack of boxes. You lean in closer looking at him, his face still twisted in annoyance. You caress the back of his neck as he averted his gaze from you glaring at the floor. “It’s alright, just breathe for me okay? I’ll take care of you..”
Then you start kissing him in the neck, your hand slowly trailing down on him. Morro whines something inaudible once more when your other hand firmly grabs a fistful of his hair.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Next thing he knows, he’s trying to hold back moans as you move your hands up and down.
“Does this calm you down, hm?” You asked softly, tracing circles with your thumb around his neck.
He slightly nods his head, now buried in your chest.
You startmoving your hands faster now but slowing them down, pressing harder and harder against his length
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. He moaned, arching into you, trying to thrust back toward you. You rubbed harder and faster against him, then wrapped your arm firmly around him. He struggled under your touch as you held him on the edge.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. You felt him twitch slightly, and then your movements slowed again, your hand still circling his cock. “D-damn..-ah.” He moaned, shivering a little again, then shaking even more. You slowed your pace again, and he shot you another complain. “C-come on, h-hurry u-up already!..” He asked, his hips still bucking.
“Just be patient, alright? We’ll get there..”
His hands grasped at your arms, pulling you closer as he tried to increase the pace once more. "Waiting is beneath m-me, you should.. mhnn k-know that by now,—..” he whispered with his voice trembling slightly.
Your hands seemed to be the only thing holding him together as he teetered on edge.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. You let his head now rest on the wall while you bent down to reach his length. You take him into your mouth, slowly moving your tongue around him . , Morro's body jerked involuntarily, his hips thrusting forward in a sudden movement. His hands instinctively reached out to grasp your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he pulled you closer. His eyes squeezed shut as he panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Morro's whimpers grew louder, a cacophony of pleas and incoherent words pouring out of his lips. "I’m s-still.. nghh.., mad you," he whined again, his voice cracking. “You’re.. j-just like e-everyone e-else..”. He looks at you, teary-eyed. His voice cracked again as he muttered underhis breath,"Y-you don’t...c-care... about me, mhn.. at all…—"
The whimpers grew louder, and his body began to shudder.
Morro hisses and grumbles in annoyance. “J-just hurry up and end me already.”
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. “ Oh Morro… " you whispered softly back at him.
You paused for just a moment before sitting next to him and resuming your movements.,you guide him so that he rests his chin on your shoulder. Your hand starts to move again. The faster pace of your hand seemed to match the escalation of his need, with him groaning in response.
As you whispered reassurances into his ear - "It’s okay baby… I won't be going anywhere.." - the term of endearment had a profound effect on him. It’s the first time you treated him like this. His body shuddered, his reaction seemed to ripple through every muscle.
“Hey. Shh, hey it’s alright…” You cooed as you caress the back of his head.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊.His breathing quickened further against your skin as he tried to process the cascade of emotions now openly expressed. As Morro's body begins to shake, it becomes clear that he is on the brink of releasing.
With his teary eyes and the pleading moans of "Nngh, d-don't.. mnhh, l-leave me…".
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Then, with one final movement that pushes him past the edge he's been clinging to so desperately you. Entire body stiffens for one long moment before collapsing against you, exhausted.
*flutters her eyelashes at you* do you happen to have any ehm- .. spicy hcs about morro? I’m thinking size kink, breeding kink? Share with us ;)
If you feel like some of these don’t align with your interpretation of his character, you’re free to just ignore it. I hope there’s atleast one hc everybody can agree on though. I’m going to use language that will sound a little exclusive to infertile women in one of the hcs. This is just going to be for a generalization.
Morro nsfw hcs (Scroll down for dom first!)
Resurrected Morro!AU, reader can be of any gender, (but about 2 hcs are for people with female anatomy).
Nsfw.
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Please do not continue if you’re uncomfortable with mature themes and language involving sex
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Sub Morro :
-He was born to brat. He’ll do what you told him not to do, get hurt, cry about it, melt into you, promise he won’t do it again— then he’ll do it again. He loves to know you’ll always be there to kiss his forehead and play with his hair after he does something bad.
-He’s always pushing the limits. Leaving tasks half undone, making subtle jabs at you, compliment-fishing then calling you a liar when you give in, messing with you using his powers, lightly shoving and pushing you around— all to provoke you into edge him for what feels like years, before making him cum until he’s seeing stars.
-His hair is a leash. A guy with a head full of hair that long and thick with that slutty little streak of green is just asking for it to be yanked on. If not pulled, held. Slowly being walked to the bed with your hand gripping onto the roots. Being put to sleep by the massaging of your fingers in his scalp. Feeling compelled to shut his mouth when you make him look somewhere with your hands.
-His nipples are so, so sensitive. They’re such a cute shade of greyish pink, and they’re always hard because they’re pierced. You so much as graze them with your finger or tongue, and he’s whining like a kicked puppy in your ear. And heaven forbid you apply a bit of pressure, or even slightly pull on the metal pierced through them— he’ll cum. He likes when you neglect them a bit; teasing around them. He doesn’t want to finish too fast.
-Roleplay as an authority figure to give him the best orgasm of his life. The poor baby was neglected so much his whole life. Messed up big time with his Sensei, got used by the preeminent, all because he wanted to be worthy, he wanted praise. Power isn’t just about his ego. It’s about pleasing who he deems better than him. Play a teacher and tell him he’ll fail the class if he cums while you suck him off. Play a military commanding officer, make him hold that push-up as long as you want to. Make him do it shirtless. Make him do it bottomless. He’ll listen. He just wants to be told he’s doing a good job, after all.
-He wishes you’d be mean, that you’d tell him the truth about how stupid he is. How emotional he is. How he never thinks before he acts. How he ruined his life because he was impatient and couldn’t cope properly. He wants you to remind him of that and tell him he’s perfect a minute later. He’ll die a fourth time.
-But he also possesses the most debilitating praise kink in the world. Telling him he’s doing so good in that sing-songy voice of yours makes his cock throb. Call him perfect and watch his lip bleed from him biting down. Saying he’s the best at anything lowers his guard enough.
-Ownership. Get him a collar with your initial engraved into it. He’ll only wear it when he’s alone with you. He melts when you tell him he’s yours. He loves looking at the marks you leave behind. Every time he sees them he gets reminded of who gets to see him that way, who makes his face flush and his legs shake and his mind melt. He gets reminded that somebody not only wants him, but keeps him. All to themselves.
-However, he also wants to verbally be put in his place. Don’t you dare back down from banter. He’s going to try really hard to embarrass you. Don’t give in. Show him he isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. That at the end of the day , all he wants is to please you, so he’ll listen to you anyway. Remind him. Don’t be nice about it.
-He complains about vengestone but he loves it. His powers are everything to him. You cutting them off from him, him letting you? He’s surrendering a huge part of his identity to you. He just wants to be controlled. Rope? He loves to feel the ropeburn on his wrists afterwards, he loves knowing its his fault for trying to get free.
-He loves seeing marks on himself. Depending on who he’s around, he’ll cover them up. If any of the other ninja saw, he’d just die. But he doesn’t care if strangers look at the hickeys you left on his neck, the bite marks on his collarbone, the bruises on his chest and the kiss marks on his face. He wants to see his eyes puffy from crying after he looks in the mirror. He wants to walk funny after you’re done with him. He won’t say any of it, he wants you to guess. And you do.
-He likes temperature play. He’s sensitive. His pale body gets red and purple so easily. He shivers in anticipation of ice, he flinches before the wax even hits him. Your nervous boy. Always preparing himself for danger.
Dom Morro:
-He loves to hold you by your hips when he fucks you. Sometimes he won’t even thrust into you, but he’ll pull you down onto his dick and fuck you that way instead, and he’ll hold you down when he cums.
-(For female anatomy) His favorite place to finish is inside. Just the thought of filling you up in the most intimate spot possible, where your body’s designed to make kids. All he has to do is hold himself there and now your insides are all sticky and warm, compelled full of him.
-(For female anatomy) He didn’t think he wanted kids until you. He wants to impregnate you so badly… it’s not even just the ownership part. It isn’t just the fact that when you go out with your visibly round stomach— walking alongside him, everyone’s going to know he was behind it… your hips getting wider and your chest getting heavier, making food for his baby. The way your body’ll be permanently changed because of one decision, your stomach softer and squishier because it was carrying a mini combination of him and you. He feels like you won’t truly belong to him until he does it to you.
- He isn’t particularly cruel. Not anymore. But he has the kind of smile that says, “I’ll get you in trouble if you let me.”. And you see it every time you look up or look back… his smile is the epitome of smug, and better than you. He looks so satisfied with himself. The corner of his mouth ever so slightly upturnt, his eyes a little drowsy in his own pleasure from being inside your warmth. And if he brings up how sweet and mindfucked you look in comparison, it’s over. He’s so sweet (sometimes), but, the faces he makes just make him look mean and sadistic.
-He loves to mess up your hair during sex. And during foreplay. And during aftercare. It’s a power thing. His own hair is such a symbolic, meaningful part of him, to him. He only really lets you touch his. He loves exerting that power over you. Taking something he thinks is one of the most intimate parts of a person and scuffing it up a little, just as proof that you really love him. That you’ll let him go far. That you trust his hands. You’ll let him make you look unkempt. He’ll pull it, or grip onto it sometimes. He keeps it minimal. Wouldn’t want to damage your roots.
-He doesn’t like that he can’t see your face during facedown doggy. It’s one of his favorite positions. But he really likes the part where he flips you back over and sees the drool he made you leave on the pillow.
-He loves mating press, too. Especially when he has you all the way against the bed’s headboard—So you can’t back up if he goes really deep. Which.. he has no choice but to do, if he’s in that position anyway. It ties into how little he wants to pull out.
-He likes mild bloodplay. Making your lip crack from biting you during a kiss.. leaning a tiny cut on you with his fingernail, making you bite into your cheek so they bleed. And he definitely isn’t afraid of getting his dick red when it’s that time of the month.
-He loves seeing you in his clothes. His shirt, his hoodie, his boxers.. he loves the smell of them afterwards. He doesn’t even wanna wash them. He loves how they fit you differently. It’s like his way of collaring.
-He wants you to swallow. He loves to hear that he tastes good. And the thought of his cum going down your throat and into your stomach gets him hard again in your mouth. If he pulls out a little early, he likes to get a bit on your eye. One of them, so you keep one closed, he thinks it’s a cute look on you. He likes that he’s restricting your vision a bit.
-He likes when you say things about yourself that are a little (or very) embarrassing. Telling him you’re his, that hes’s the best you’ve ever had and will have, or that you need him inside you before he’s even naked yet. It makes that condescending grin of his widen. He likes when you blurt out stuff like that during an orgasm, too. He feels so accomplished knowing he did that. His ego needs boosts all the time.
-He loves to see little color and size differences. Your privates being a bit darker or lighter than the head of his cock, your hands being bigger or smaller as he holds them down, how narrow or wide your hips look in his grip… it all drives him crazy; Reminds him that’s a real person with a whole life before him.. that’s all his now.
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i don't know i really like the thought of morro settling down at one point during his travels to try to find the tomb of the fsm.
he was back to finding food scraps and stuff until he meets you and you give him food and a place to stay.
and he knows he should resume his search so he does, but he ends up thinking about you too much and always comes back to you for some reason.
you always worry about him, how skinny he looks when he comes knocking on your door and undressing him to give him clean clothes after a warm shower to cleanse the grime.
he uses your soaps and shampoo, smelling like you makes him feel so Strange.
it feels almost domestic when he comes out of the bathroom and finds you fixed him a meal so quickly, bonus points if you're kind of pushy and affectionate, making him sit down and kissing the top of his head when he digs in.
something about the way you treat him and the way he likes your company makes him want to give up looking for the fsm's tomb and just live with you forever.
he lets you take him to your bed day after day, soon enough he chases after you.
he yearns for your touch, your closeness, your scent, your imprint on his heart makes him ache and he doesn't know what to do. every kiss is like a punch to his gut and for some reason he wants more. to feel your skin on his makes him so dizzy he might as well pass out.
he likes being inside you, feeling you pulsate and wriggle against him when he stays still just to savour your warmth, your touch. he never really wants to leave. he gets these sick little thoughts that pass through his mind:
what if i forget the taste of your lips ? i'll never cease to taste them again.
what if i depart and you're not here when i come back in victory ? i'll tear apart all of the sixteen realms just to have you in my arms one more time.
what if you don't want to see me again ? i'll make sure i stay here so long you would never forget my presence.
oh, and the way you sigh his name, it makes him just a little weak. just a little weak for you. the way you say "morro" with the lilt in your voice and your hands scratching his back when he thrusts a little harder, it makes him wish he devoted his life to finding you.
Its morrotober... You are legally required to share ur fav morro headcanons now
Aw man i absolutely hate being legally required to share my fav Morro hc’s…(liar)
Morro is someone most can look at and see as the model ninja. He’s someone who has dedicated a lot of time into ensuring every move of his is perfection. In result, he’s built up a reputation of being awfully graceful and capable of handling himself. No one ever catches the amount of times he actually face plants onto the ground. He’s not clumsy, he’s just got a weird habit to falling onto his face by accident.
His green streak is COMPLETELY natural. In fact, before the whole green ninja situation, Morro was determined to get rid of it due to how annoyingly weird it was. He’s tried shaving it off, dying it, cutting it tiny. Anything and everything, he has tried. Neither Morro, nor Wu at the time, could ever explain the quick regrowth over night or the dye soaking into his white pillowcase.
Due to Morro being one of the only elemental masters surrounded by his element the most often, he has been one of the only masters to ever realise the elements have a form of consciousness to them. Very reluctantly did he realise this after having multiple very large leaves fly at his face each time he was about to do something stupid.
Morro used to have very twitchy hands, and that’s followed him into his ghostly state too. They tend to twitch more violently when nervous or feeling strong (negative) emotions.
Movieverse Morro is some form of an artist and no one can convince me otherwise. He could sew, bake, draw, sing, write, he just does something that has to do with creating things.
People often call Morro a prodigy. No one has seen how much as a try hard perfectionist he can be until they’ve watched him fall off a mountain determined to prove he can fly with his element. Three days later and he has successfully proved them wrong. Somehow.
Ermemrrm i think these are all I’ve got for now
Ty hellzballz hellybally just for you I’m sending 100 fanfics about Wu’s trauma to your doorway
Hiiii I hooe you're having a great day in whatever time zone you're in. Idk if you still do this but I just saw you make a fanfic about younger sib reader with Kai and Nya, do you have an fanfic with older sib Lloyd by any chance or could make one ? Maybe one where Lloyd keeps stressing himself out about training and all and user makes him stop training for a while just taking care of their Little brother (gn Ig ?) This would kinda be before dragons rising or even doing. You don't have to but I'd be super cool bc the one with Nya and Kai was already really nice to read!
Sorry for the long wait ! I characterized the older sibling OC as a sort of harsh, no nonsense type character. I hope that works for you! For anyone who is interested this is the Kai/Nya younger sibling hcs page they’re referring to!
Tortured Hero
Lloyd's older sibling!AU, reader can be of any gender, a little angsty.
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He was never at the monastery when you visited. When you knocked on its door to no response, you could assume it was because of some resurrected ghost wreaking havoc upon Ninjago. Or an underground crime ring… wreaking havoc upon Ninjago, or a video game overtaken by a dejected AI.. wreaking havoc all over Ninjago. Ninjago was his home. He betrayed it as a kid, his father tried to betray it on multiple occasions. But the people of the realm took him in anyway; Loved and accepted him as their hero. So he would pay it back, consistently, every day.
You knew there was only so much you could do to undo what your father did. You believed you owed others as much human decency as the average person, because you weren’t responsible for what your dad did. You get it, though. Lloyd got the green ninja genes. He was sort of forced into heroism. Having a mindset like you wouldn’t have saved him from all this work.
Ninjago had been peaceful for about a week. You planned this short getaway at a resort. Lloyd made you make sure it was less than an hour away from the city, in case they needed him back there. The other ninja told him they had it covered, but he couldn’t live with not being there when he was needed. He also asked you to make sure it had a gym. You told him they always do. Really tells you how often he goes to resorts to relax.
He tips the driver double what the ride cost because he felt guilty about making him stop at a gas station. It’s his money, and his guilty conscience… so you don’t say anything… it’s sweet, anyway. You can’t believe this is the same little dork that freed the serpentine.
The car pulls up to the driveway, where one of the hotel staff with a baggage cart waits, hands behind the back— surrounded by marble pillars and lush, colorful plants flowing out of the nearby stone pots. You smile as you turn to your little brother, excited to see his reaction to this place’s architecture. Instead of gawking, he’s staring at his phone, looking like he got no sleep. You cross your arms.
“I didn’t know Wu raised such a picky little princeee..” you tease.
He looks up from his phone with a slight frown, weighted down by his fatigue. He looks over your shoulder as the car approaches the center of the driveway entrance, where you guys’ll be getting off.
Lloyd would hold his breath as he got out of the car. The moment he heard the words “green ninja” out of someone else’s mouth, he knew he’d be stuck signing foreheads and getting pictures taken of him for half a hour.
It bothers you.. seeing them treat your brother like a prop. You ask security to get that deranged mob off of him. In the quiet of the elevator, you hear his sigh of relief. You go off, having held your words in for way too long.
“I’m sorry, seriously. I didn’t think this’d happen before you even got to step foot into the building…! I swear by the FSM.. I get why you never wanna go out anymore. This is miserable! I wanted to snap all those phones in half-!”
“It’s fine..” Half his weight is leaning on his suitcase— The one he refused to let the room attendant carry because he thought it was too heavy a load.
“No it isn’t. They don’t even see you as a person. and after everything you’ve done for them…”
“Where are you getting all that from?! They were just excited. I don’t blame them. I’d be pretty excited if I saw my hero out in public..”
“Would you take photos of them without their permission?”
“…No..-“
“Then post them online and- and endanger them by showing the internet where they’re staying the night?!”
He sighs. “It’s not that big a deal.. everyone knows where the monastery is. Nobody really comes looking for us.”
“This isn’t the monastery is it?”
“Well it was your idea to come here in the first place!” He snaps, head shooting up at you. “This is just what happens. Deal with it, or we can just go home..”
You aren’t sure what made you feel worse. You having pushed his exhausted, stressed out self to shout— or knowing full well how guilty he would feel afterwards that he yelled at all.
“..Sorry, Lloyd. I know. I shouldn’t ruin this. It’s supposed to be fun. I just.. I wish they’d… understand that you’re a person. And.. I wish you’d stop giving everyone the benefit of the doubt… half of them were adults. With their own children. They should know better than to just.. crowd you like that…”
“..You get used to it. Besides, you can’t.. judge how good or bad a person is by how they react to seeing the green ninja… I don’t take it to heart…”
“…Yeah… makes sense…” You reply, even though you still can’t stand them.
“Sorry for shouting.” He murmurs.
“Sorry for provoking you.”
“I shouldn’t have shouted..”
“Shut up.” You scoff, a small smile on your face. This morally righteous little dork. He’s too easy to guilt trip. That’s how he got taken advantage of by that one white haired goth girl whose name you forgot.
Lloyd heads to the gym. Of course. You accompany him, because you’re supposed hang out with eachother anyway. You’re trying to make him guilty enough to leave and come back yo the hotel room. But he’s really honed in on these pull-ups.
“You know you have to take rest days for your muscles to actually grow. Right?”
“I took a rest day yesterday..!” He undoes his grip on the bar, landing on his feet.
“You ran around the block twice before we left.. made the car smell like sweat…”
“You don’t have to be here.. you can go..”
“We’re leaving tomorrow night… I wanna spend time with my little brother...”
Calling him your little brother works, he feels bad.
“..Okay.. hold on, one more set..”
“And you’re going to shower.”
“..Yeah, obviously..” He scoffs, embarrassed.
The next day would be the last straw for you.
You hear shuffling, loud footsteps and boxes being opened and closed. You stir awake, exhausted. Is it time? You check your phone. 6 am. Really?
“Lloyd..!”
“Sorry!”
The noise quiets down. Him being a ninja has its perks— he can be light on his feet. But you struggle to fall back asleep after that.
He’s on the TV and his phone while you get ready for breakfast. He’s watching the news, making sure everything’s okay in the city. He mutters something about Kai never picking up the phone. You assume he’s harassing the ninja with phone calls.
You finally get him off the couch and make your way down. You say something about how the elevator has floral engravings, how you’ve never seen that before.. He’s still glued to his phone, tapping his foot, chewing on his inner cheek. You hand him a pillow-mint so he doesn’t make his mouth bleed.
You sit somewhere secluded, 3/4ths of the table surrounded by walls, a giant red, velvet and plush curtain draping down the side, giving the area in which your table sits even more of a private feeling.
He loads up on a bunch of protein. It’s a sad looking breakfast. Especially considering you guys are at a resort.
“There’s this guy making custom parfait cups over there.. you should try one..”
“Ehh.. too sugary..” he brushes you off, still scrolling on his phone. Probably refreshing the news feed. You hear him tapping his foot underneath the table.
“Lloyd. I know I practically forced you along, but, can you atleast pretend to have fun?”
He looks up from his phone before slowly setting it down. You sound exhausted.
“I never see you anymore. We barely even saw eachother as kids. I’m really sick of being passive aggressive with you. Should I just be honest? I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want there to be a time where I don’t know what’s going on in your life. I don’t want you to be driven insane by all your responsibility. You're going to kill yourself if you keep this up.”
“..You- You’re right. I’m really sorry. This was supposed to be time we spend together, right? I totally screwed up.”
“Forget about me. Think about you. I can’t stand this. You used to waddle around in light-up shoes without a care in the world— you used to whistle through the little gap in your front baby teeth… I was there. And now you can’t stop caring for even a second. This isn’t personhood, Lloyd. The way you live isn’t for yourself.”
After a beat of silence, he speaks again.
“Can I, um… try that parfait you’re talking about..?”
You sigh, wanting to forget about what happened a moment ago too.
“..Yeah, sure. Come with me.”
Breakfast went well. It was mostly him talking, trying to make it up to you by commenting on the food and the decorations, talking about mundane things going on in his life. But he still couldn’t shake the nerves. And you noticed.
A spa sounds like an amazing idea. He is absolutely going to one, you’re going to make sure of it.
He liked it a lot the moment they offered him tea and cookies when he sat down.
The experience included the best massage you guys received in your lives. Lloyd’s hair has never looked smoother. You didn’t even know that was possible. He got the good hair genes. Best of all, though, he looked relaxed. He look like he could breathe without it hurting.
You rent out a private part of the beach. You aren’t going to risk somebody recognizing him and harassing him for a picture.
He calls out your name, his voice accompanied by the screeching seagulls. He’s letting the sand slip through his fingers, over and over again.
“It’s really, really bad. I know. Everything feels like a trap. Well, everything is a trap.” He mutters, his voice changing from a tone of somber to one of resentment.
“..Yeah. I know, okay? I’m going to be realistic. The job you have doesn’t give you much room to relax. The mind you have won’t even give you a chance. But think about anybody you love having to do what you do. Thinking about themselves the way you think of you. And tell me you wouldn’t try to change them.”
He sighs. He knows. He understands.
“I have responsibilities. I know it isn’t fair. But I was handed the green robe, right? I have to step up. It’s my duty.”
“You can’t let it define you. You’re supposed to wear the green gi with pride, aren’t you? How are you gonna do that twenty years from now? Hm? With all the resentment you’ve built up for it? All the plans you had to sacrifice, all the people you barely know anymore because of it? Don’t let the gi be something that weighs you down. It should bring honor to you. You should bring honor to it. Don’t let its wearer be miserable.”
After a few seconds of listening to the ocean move, the wind whistle, you hear a sniffle. That’s your baby brother.
You wrap your arms around him, holding him tight.
“This is some once in a lifetime shit.. cherish it..”You joke, feeling misty-eyed yourself.
He laughs in response, wiping his eyes when you pull away.
You suggest he sees a doctor. Start some sort of therapy, take some sort of medication that won’t hurt his physicality. He says he’ll consider it, but it might clash with when people need him. You say massages really seem to help. He should get them done a couple times a month. He says that seems more doable. You offer to cover all the costs, and he of course, says hell no. Whatever. There are some things you can’t change. But you talk until the sun sets halfway. You don’t remind him you need to pack up soon. You can afford the late fee for overstaying. You still see him as the boy with the light-up shoes and the gap in his two front teeth.
What inspired you to start writing for Morro? I’m thanking you on behalf of all Morro fans because you’re carrying Morro tumblr🙏🏻 may the last thing you wished for come true
Your support means the world! May everything you wish for come true. Here’s a master list to my writing for anyone reading for the first time. I write ninjago oneshots, but I started off writing reader x Moreo religiously.
Anyway, thanks for asking. The reason why I write for him is I just didn’t see Morro being written the way I wanted him to be written. And this is not shade to any other talented writers on this app or others. I’m just an extremely picky perfectionist when it comes to fantasy fulfillment. I felt like sometimes he was too soft or too formal or too casual or too mean. To be honest, in the show he talks really fancy. He calls Lloyd an incessant boy, but I think he only talks that way because he died a long time ago. It was probably normal to talk the way he did when he was alive. I’d think he’d be a lot more casual if he were resurrected. Howeverrr if I ever write anything where he’s still a ghost interacting with the reader.. I’ll write him differently. Less modern.
I also just didn’t like the way the reader was written. I feel like they didn’t act like me. I promise I’m not self centered, just picky 🥹🙏I hope people like the way I write the reader in fics. If you want me to make the reader’s personality closer to yours, please be as specific as you want in the request :)
