#withering-red-spider-lily

[cosmicxmuses]

@withering-red-spider-lily​

{✑} “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t see you reaching out for this.” The young prince retracted his hand back from the book he was reaching for. Vincent was so into his own world that he didn’t even notice the older woman reaching for the same book as well. How rude of him..

The prince was very far from home (light years away) and despite being in a completely new an different world he made a beeline to the most familiar place to him, the library. He have been in there for hours upon hours reading though books he never heard of. But just because he was excited doesn't mean he was going to hog all the books.

{✑} “I can find something else to read, I don’t mind.”

#withering-red-spider-lily #withering red spider lily #here have ANOTHER damaged boi #{v. Doomed Royality} #{ Snatcher }

[shxtteredlegacy]

✏️ (@a-cageless-canary & @withering-red-spider-lily)

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

@a-cageless-canary

  Sycamore: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this. Aiko: What did you do Sycamore? Sycamore: a Mistake.

@withering-red-spider-lily

Sayaka: Is something burning? Sycamore, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Sayaka: Sycamore, the toaster is literally on fire.

#HERE HAVE BOTH #withering-red-spider-lily #a-cageless-canary #ask

[azrcn]

The Professor today had told her he would introduce Aurora to the woman he had been seeing as of late. He had talked a good amount about her, even if it wasn’t too much in detail. Still...the reborn Azran was simply overjoyed to meet this woman finally. However, she was always quite reclusive and sheltered. While she loved to experience new things like she did when she first was thawed from the ice long ago was the Professor still quite protective of her....and he of course had every reason to be so. She stood close to the older man’s side as they’d meet, her hands wringing a bit nervously, needing just a bit of a push to say hello after Desmond had introduced her to the older woman. Looking up at Sayaka with wide icy eyes could she see warmth in the woman’s eyes, though she could also see the hidden pain behind them. Aurora would silently stare, blinking as she looked up at the older woman; one could take this as quite odd...or perhaps creepy. ‘ H..Hello, Miss Sayaka- Erm...Sayaka-San? Is that how you say it? ‘ She’d ask, still new to Japan, seeing as it was so different compared to London. The two traveled so much together that she always was learning these new things from other languages. ‘ It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. ‘ // @withering-red-spider-lily​ && @shxtteredlegacy​

#says fuck it and tags you both #withering-red-spider-lily #shxtteredlegacy

[supportive-editor]

🧡 2-3 faceclaims i love right now.

ehehehehe hearts meme its very cute

(( faceclaims? well!!! ryo a/kebono from a/rgonavis!! hes my mun fc!!! but along side that. i have z/ack foster from satsuriku no tenshi as another!! my silly murder man as a mun fc !!as for potential characters?? ive been playing ban//dori recently. and rink/ko shirokane has yuko (shibu’s wife) vibes..she is very cute and her cards are just absolutely gorgerous.. the perfect FC for her in her teen years!! also LOOK AT THESE CARDS OF HER ))

#q&a section ! ; answered #withering-red-spider-lily

[strawberry-barista]

⚅— @withering-red-spider-lily​ asked: —⚅ ⚅— //*Dramatically door slam* I SAY THIS ALL THE TIME AND I SAY IT AGAIN. YOUR PORTRAYAL IS-100%, all confetti, all the loud firecrackers-WONDERFUL! I thrive on every single thread and headcanon and all the thought you put for everything you post. Again, wonderful. *Hug* —⚅

How’s My Portrayal?

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{Thank you so much, lovely! I am so happy I can create content that you enjoy perusing~ I always have so much fun with our threads and I want to be able to keep providing something fun for you to work with well into the future! So I’ll keep working hard so we can have a lot of fun together, and you can provide me with that sweet, sweet fluff that Hanekoma is definitely going to need after all this. XD}

#withering-red-spider-lily #you still lack in experience ⤙answer⤚⚄ #anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄

[fctedivided]

@withering-red-spider-lily

(continued from here)

"It...It is a bit heavy." The rejection she wanted to say changes to acceptance as her arms began to ache from the three boxes. Her legs shaking a little as she tried to trudge back into the store with slow steps. "I appreciate it Leon-kun..."

Of course this should be the correct thing to do, it would be extremely selfish if he let her carry these boxes on her own. Besides Sayaka wasn't only a good co-worker, but a dear friend, even like a mother-like figure at times.

"No problem, Sayaka-san, there." The brunet then proceeded to take two of them so she only needed to carry the remainder one. "To the storage room, right?" It might be for the best if she took lead for this since she knew more about their job procedures.

#witheringredspiderlily #withering red spider lily #:: freelancer of liberty wings. || leon. :: #:: an alternative universe. || persona 5. :: #( Sayaka Akechi. )

[the-flower-karasu]

"Gogo," Sayaka calls out before setting a mug full of hot tea in front of her and lightly rubbing her back, "Don't stay up too late alright dear? You need your rest..."

"But mama, Sailor Scout is on."

She'd seen this episode before but she loved the show so she watched every single one when it came on.

"I wanna stay up and watch. Please????~"

#(detective answers) #(v: childhood) #((@withering red spider lily))

[militibus-ex-umbra]

She's quiet, wincing at each sound she makes as she inches to his desk. Setting down a box of chocolates, Sayaka pauses before reaching over and gently tugging the blanket over Goro properly. Pressing a light kiss to his head she smiles before heading out of his room, he'll see the Valentine's Day gift in the morning...

When Goro woke up in the morning he went through his normal routine of fixing his bed up after he got up. Though when he turned around and looked at his desk he noticed the box of chocolates left on his desk. A small smile growing on his face as he saw them.

"I should get her something special when I'm out today... Thank you mom..." He whispered softly.

#withering red spider lily #ash crow trickster;

[bebemoon]

which flowers and plants (and any other items from nature) would you wear in your hair in every season?

oooh, cute<3

. autumn . dried, dead, withered leaves and other woodland floor detritus- a nice long-vacant spider's web is not to be overlooked. wreathing the face- framing it in the crisp golden corpses of the season. brown roses, if manageable.

. winter . glassy ice-sheathed branches, hewn holly leaves, red and white berry crowns, hair glinting with ice and snow. as a side note: i think it would be cool to make ice in the shape of tiny droplets (like pearls) and then- adhere them into just the tips of hair/tresses of hair. at the very least, the sound of so many ice beads clattering together as you move might sound nice... anway, yeah. more dead and gnarled twigs and blackened, frost-bitten flowers. that kind of thing.

. spring . petals on face, new bloomage gathered by hand to be tucked hither and thither- no wrong answers here, in my opinion. fresh pink flowers, mostly, though. nothing over-bright until summer. iris, jasmine, cherry blossom, hyssop, astilbe, cabbage rose.

. summer . ideally, the below- but if you come by (because maybe you don't have water spirits in your local scummy pond or lake) a massive lotus/water lily for your head, consider just dropping a lil lilypad on top of your hair like a beret. don't be afraid to use nature to keep cool- for wide-brim sun protection. queen protea, hydrangea, coneflower, larkspur, water lily, sun flower, geranium .

#allthestoriescantbelies #i don't even know if i answered this correctly #thank you though- it was fun<3 #ask #seasonal #floral #long post

[ask-the-radio-demon]

Hey Alastor- by the way- do you prefer red roses or red spider lilies..? I tried finding flowers that perfectly resemblance death.. but apparently they sold out of wither flowers

Spider lilies

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #ask blog #answered #ask

[scythidol]

💭↳ death related titles

the one who causes tears . the one drowning in tears . the one who's portrait is crossed out . the one holding withered roses . (prn) who slowly rots . the one sealed away in a coffin . the one who's story got lost to time . the red spider lily . the one who's hourglass has stopped moving . (prn) who's body is now cold

requested by : anon!

notes : the maiden might have gotten a little carried away. oops.

#꒰ suggestions . . ꒱ #titles #title suggestions #title ideas #tw death

[cosmicxmuses]

"Vincent-kun!" The woman's voice carries well despite the crowd, she smiles as she approaches and offering him a box. "Here, chocolates. Happy Valentine's Day," Sayaka smiles at him before lightly patting him on the head, "I hope you like them dear."

{✑} “Oh Miss Sayaka, hello!" It was his sewing buddy. He was happy to see her but he was a bit surprised when he saw a box in her hand.

Was that a box of chocolate?

He took the box from the older woman, confused. Yeah, it was Valentine's day, but why was he giving him chocolate?

{✑} “Ah. Thank you, but...May I ask why you gave me this? I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, no no. I do appreciate it, but normally these gestures are typically for one's lover, mainly towards a girlfriend or a fiancee..."

#aka typically this is the day when the boyfriend spoil the girlfriend and basically worship her #he dint understand platonic Valentine's #ask #withering red spider lily #{ snatcher } #{v. doomed royality}

[masterqwertster]

Soul Bloom AU

Also known as the fic Full-time Soulmates, Part-time Problems

This is mostly the behind-the-scenes lots of mechanics and stuff from my author's notes and comment replies

Who Blooms What

Ages (as of Campaign 3) and Flowers: Chetney- 400+ dogwood (credit SalamanderMeander) Laudna- 53 marigold Ashton- 30 thistle (I selected/guessed age) Orym- 34-35 lavender (credit SalamanderMeander) Imogen- 28 camelia Dorian- 27 blue orchid Fearne- 14/112 belladonna FCG- 4/1000? sunflower Fy'ra Rai- 33 fire lily (I selected/guessed age) Dariax- 27 dandelion Opal- 19 rose (starts pink, turns black upon either attuning to the Circlet of Barbed Vision or agreeing to be the Spider Queen's Champion Deanna- 200+ lotus FRIDA- 2/1000? gerbera daisy (green, possibly some blue and yellow upon dating FCG)

Soulmate Groups

Bells Hells

The Crown Keepers (Morrighan and Cyrus not included)

Deanna & FRIDA

Term to Know

Poke- pricking the hand to make a bloom appear on a soulmate

How Soul Blooms Work

Soul blooms are magic and don't create "real" flowers. In practice this means that they lack medicinal or poisonous properties and will dissipate into the ether once they leave a roughly one foot radius of the person they bloomed from, as well as only having a scent to those in the soulmate group (which makes stealthing still feasible when you don't/can't leave a trail of suspicious petals laying around or be covered in stinky flowers). Soul blooms also never wither, so if you can manage to keep a bloom within that radius, it'll last as long as you do.

You can't use soul blooms for divination magic. Or at least, not as the only targeting focus. Like, a soul bloom can help you hone in on the soulmate for a Scry spell, but if you try to scry on a soulmate you've never met using the bloom, you'll get nothing because it connects to the sender and everyone who receives them (including the person it bloomed on), thus confusing the spell.

Soul blooms occur when a person bleeds from an injury into open air as blooms inside the body would be bad, and bruises are, technically, internal bleeding. I count inside of the mouth, nose, and ears as internal as well, in that while there is still exposure to the outside, it would be highly inconvenient to life-threatening to have flowers bloom there. Airways need to be clear and many flowers do not fit inside the ear canal.

Things like wings, horns, and tails, which not all races have, bloom at the point of contact. Like tail injuries bloom on the tail bone of those without a tail, horn injuries wherever the base of the horn would be on the soulmate, wings at the shoulder blade connection point, etc. And the blooms are more about volume in that space than the details of the injury, so the soulmates without those body parts get more of an idea of severity than anything.

 The Matron of Ravens would get the job of over seeing soul blooms as part of the Fate domain. The correct understanding of her domain in regards to soul blooms is that she protects their sanctity. Magics that would block or falsify a bond are a Big No-No, much like grand necromancy is against Death. The Matron of Ravens does not assign soulmates, just protects the function of the bonds. Much like how she's not the arbiter of Death but a shepherd of passed souls, or minder of Fate's weave but not actually forcing the strings.

Blooms will never change their type of flower (example: baby's breath to dahlias), but can change their coloration (example: red rose to white rose) in accordance to big life/personality changes

Social Customs

Belly buttons are the first scar of most human(oid)s. So older soulmates get what could be colloquially called a "birth bloom" in their bellybutton from the detachment of the umbilical cord. Races that don't have bellybuttons, mainly the avian and reptilian races, will often have a ritualistic prick of the child upon birth to announce their presence to theoretic soulmates, if the eggshell doesn't nick them in the hatching. Traditionally, once a birth bloom is noticed, the soulmates will poke back. Children younger than 10 will be pricked on the back of the hand, usually by the parents/guardians. Those older than ten will prick a finger tip, usually the pointer, though some will select a different finger. And because some races live centuries, tradition also has an additional fingertip prick for each century lived as an indicator for that extreme age difference and what races one's soulmate could be.

Two other reasons exist for back of the hand pokes:

Infirmness: the individual who is to send a poke as either a request to be poked back or to poke back themself is in a condition that makes it difficult or impossible for them to perform the prick without doing more damage than necessary. It's sort of the same premise as children under 10 are discouraged from poking on their own: you don't want people full-on stabbing their own hand.

Chain Pokes:  in larger soulmate groups, finding other members is signified by clasping hands and pricking each other on the back of those clasped hands simultaneously. Or in larger congregations that aren't the full group, making a chain-loop of clasping the next person's wrist for the simultaneous poke. Technically, doing it to each other isn't necessary, but most enjoy the intimate ritual to it.

Probably one of the worst social taboos (of any Soulmate AU) is to intentionally and maliciously harm your soulmate. It's not something that's going to happen too often, given the nature of soulmates is someone who loves you wholly in some capacity (romantic, platonic, familial, a mixture), but it can happen. Usually after a metric-fuck-ton of trauma that crushes empathy and compassion and capacity for love gets involved.

#MQ AU machine #soul bloom au #critical role #bells hells

[cosmic--dandelion]

🌼 their favorite flower for Noriaki Kakyoin, Melone and Ghiaccio please?

Kakyoin: the red spider lily. Steeped in folklore and ancient tradition, these blood red flowers with their long, delicate petals are often planted near gravestones and bloom on the autumn equinox in Japan. The flowers carpet the landscape in late September, quickly withering and leaving the plant barren and dead looking before the leaves emerge one last time before returning to the soil. This cycle of death and renewal gives the flower a melancholy feel, and the red spider lily is said to symbolize two souls who are destined never to meet again.

As an appreciator of art and culture with a taste for the macabre, Kakyoin would love these morbid beauties.

Melone: the peony. This lush, heavy, fluffy flower with its tantalizingly sweet fragrance has ties to the ancient imperial court of China and is thought to symbolize fertility, luck, and prosperity. Hot pink peonies in particular are associated with attraction, allure, romance, and youth. They are easy to care for and can live up to a century, but don't shoo away the ants that live on them: the two species have a potent mutual relationship.

I think Melone would like them, even if the pink ones would clash with his hair.

Ghiaccio: the Christmas Rose. A member of the hellibore family, these evergreen perennial flowers are one of the oldest cultivated and was often found growing in terracotta pots in the dead of winter, thousands of years ago. While beautiful, these crisp white flowers are highly poisonous. The petals were often sprinkled on children and animals to bless them and ward off evil spirits.

Although the flower symbolizes purity, it can also represent impropriety and anxiety, which made me think if Ghiaccio.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #noriaki kakyoin #ghiaccio #melone #stardust crusaders #golden wind #vento aureo #asks

[the-down-to-earth-angel]

...Love...The name of the beautiful emotion.

ind. blog for Il Fado de Rie from Cafe Enchante/Semi-Selective/Semi-Active

One of the regular customers at Enchante. A young fallen angel who enjoys otome games in pursuit of ‘love.‘

[*MUSE*] [*RULES*]

* Sideblog to withering-red-spider-lily, ran by the tiny mun called Veggie~! Feel free to like or reblog if you wish to interact!*

#self-promo #selfpromo #OOC: Time to Go~! #SELF-PROMO: One Feather Given

[firesofdainix]

October 26: Royalty | Destiny

I had no clue what to write for this prompt so you’re getting... mildly on-topic prompt but not really?

@morrotober

AO3 Version

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Pre-canon

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The palace of the Preeminent looms above Morro; it looks like any decrepit castle around more abandoned, neglected areas. While those weren’t turned into sad sorry pieces of civilization irresponsibly caused by the people leaving them to rot, this one was meant to rot. It was a message spread across the Realm, that no matter how decrepit and rotting they are, they are still meant to stand tall. Morro didn’t feel the sense of pride and justice that should have been resting upon his shoulders when he saw it for the first time ever. Although, perhaps he should find it in himself to feel wonder at gazing upon the Head’s first landmark; while the castle was something he is not thoroughly impressed about (it reminded him too much of when he and Wu continue going through neglected civilization) everything else around him was a wide garden, with a looming wall separating him from fully seeing what is in the Head of the Preeminent. It was honestly disappointing; he knows he didn’t deserve Paradise until he had not accomplished his mission, but she was simply teasing his curiosity at this point.

He was the Preeminent’s special person— while other Cursed, common ghosts were not allowed in the Head, he was so he could meet with his Mistress personally. While he would have preferred she just talk to him through his mind like a haunting current of wind, there was this splice of comfort spreading through him when he realizes his thoughts can be projected loudly in his own brain, without the Preeminent reminding him that she was there before cutting one of his limbs off again. Honestly, it was getting really tiring at this point.

So, maybe he does need this meeting with the Preeminent.

When he takes a step closer to the castle, he finds a spider lily blooming across the gardens. The flower was a sign of death, so he walks forward.

When he reaches the door of the castle, someone else opens it for him.

A young man, who was — biologically speaking — no older than he is, with strawberry red hair tainted by the sick green that abides in this Realm, eyes that seem to never have a set color aside from cold blues or frosty whites, marks just like Morro’s except his looks like tears running down his face, a gaunt, slim figure towering over Morro’s body.

Two thoughts have already been situated in his mind as he watches the young man, who was also observing him.

One, he seems to have this ghostly feeling he met him already and that he’s an Elemental Master when it comes to this assumption.

Two, he thinks that he’s the most aesthetically pleasing person he’s ever seen in this Realm.

However, his suspiciousness and urgency to meet the Preeminent give him temporary time to think about the sweltering emotions inside of his chest as he moves forward, knocking the young man out of the way. Which, to people who weren’t in the Cursed Realm right now, would have been considered rude, but Morro didn’t care about formalities anymore.

What shocks him slightly is the fact that the young man speedwalks to catch up to him, his eyes firmly planted ahead. He has a constant, aloof look on his face as if he is giving off the air that he didn’t care about anything at all, but his hands were fidgeting, clutching the hem of his robes.

The halls were a boring gray, with some walls destroyed or decaying, emphasizing the idea they’ll be withering in this Realm long enough they forget they are human.

He’s seen it happen in his own eyes; his own comrades of his losing faith in their humanity, subsequently turning into monsters that hunt the air or lurk in the ground. They are so hungry.

He turns to the young man currently accompanying him; judging by his eyes, he didn’t have a semblance of his humanity left anymore and is just resuming this form to look subtly courteous.

Silence fills the hallway, and Morro feels his eyes on him whenever he thinks that he isn’t observing the way he is.

So, feeling another one of those eyes aimed at him, Morro lets out a breathless sigh. Okay, he’ll bite; he didn’t want to be stuck in a quiet hallway with someone who seems to be anxious about talking to him. Besides, it also feels like he was a guide so, while he is not the best and hates talking, he has to try.

“What are you supposed to be?” He asks, dropping all pretenses. No such thing as introductions in this Realm.

The man’s eyes furrow, as he wrings his hands together. Much to Morro’s bewilderment, his expression retains that same aloofness, but it’s paired up with confusion. “...Huh?”

Morro rolls his eyes. “Are you a guard? Or a guide? Or someone from these Paradisiacal snoots who wants to gloat about how they got the best seats?”

The red-haired man only furrows his brows deeper. “I’m not any of those.” The hallways fall silent again as he refuses to elaborate like any sensible person would do when they are asked a question about their status.

So Morro gives him one of his deadpan glares before asking once more. “Then, what are you?”

His eyes flit briefly to him. “Her husband.”

This prompts Morro to do a double-take, sputtering and stopping near one of the paintings depicting a beautiful woman smiling. The young man stops as well, staring at him with a blank look Morro wishes was ironic. This is when he takes in his appearance for the first time— armor that looks so expensive it can cut glass. Robes that were woven from silk and other expensive fabrics. The way his own shoes were looking newer like he didn’t die in them.

He finds himself groaning; why was he even surprised at this point?

“Her husband.”

“Yes.”

“You’re her spouse?”

“Yes.”

“... You’re not joking?”

The man gives him a look, as if he finds himself incredulous over the fact that he would be taking his status as a jest. There was something funny about the expression, because it looks almost like Wu does whenever he talks to someone he wasn’t romantically interested in. “Why would I joke about this?”

Morro waves a hand, attempting to dismiss the entire conversation that’s transpired. There’s more cursed things in this Realm than awkward conversations. “Ugh, I was just asking and verifying whether or not you were bluffing with me.”

This, somehow, makes the man more confused than he ever was before. “Why would I be bluffing with you?”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He so badly wants to get out of here, immediately. “Can’t you just show me where the Mistress is? I have a meeting with her.”

This prospect, however, awakens his more active side, which was probably hiding underneath all that perceived passive energy he’s been exuding until now. Like a blizzard in the winter, his eyes become as sharp as frozen icicles that hang in the caves and whatever harsh surroundings he was in.

“That’s where I’m taking you.” His voice was colder this time, but there was a fiery obligation there as well.

The Master of Wind, however, was nonplussed, even when he feels winter across the room. He isn’t sure if it was winter, because it’s been a while since he had even felt the frequent fall of snow. He died in the Sea of Sand, after all.

“You’re doing a good job taking me there.”

To his exasperation, the man nods, as if he couldn’t even sense the sarcasm and wittiness in Morro’s statement.

They walk once more, silence falling between them again.

Then, the young man is the one that speaks first. “My name is Hideaki Fujimori. I’ve been here for thousands of years.”

Morro nods, not making an attempt at processing the introduction. He has more important things to worry about than a person’s name, thank you very much. Although, those same feelings of familiarity he’s dismissed when he first met him returned in full-force. He didn’t know where he met him, trying to find references in his life where he had seen Hideaki anywhere, only for it to end up null. It’s what happens to Cursed Ghosts when they are first taken to this Realm; they mostly forget anything in their old life other than the source of their anger and bitterness, until their memories gradually unfade like water rushing back to them.

When he thinks of Hideaki, he thinks of small hands attempting to open a book, before it was closed by his former master in light of a better book.

He frowns. Maybe this would be a great time to remember that, while Cursed ghosts do not have manners, perhaps Cursed ghosts who have dignity, which he does have, excuse you, will introduce themselves too. “I’m Morro.” He doesn’t speak about his last name. It was a part of his life he will never be brought back, forever decaying in his mind as he too, becomes deprived of the title that he was worth about.

“I know, my wife told me to look out for you.”

The Master of Wind scowls, biting back any snarky comment he has aimed toward Hideaki. Isn’t he the Preeminent’s husband? Should he treat him with respect?

“So, are you like Royalty or something?”

Hideaki shrugs his shoulders. “Well, if you want me to be, alright then.” There was a smile hidden in his voice, and Morro lowkey wonders if he’s had the chance or time to joke about his actual status. Maybe not, if he was being such a simple-minded prude.

Morro thinks of two things at once: one, whether or not should start calling the Preeminent Queen instead of Mistress, and two, there is no way in hell he is calling Hideaki King.

They reach the doors of the Preeminent, and Hideaki stops at the sight of it. Not bumping at the taller man’s back was considered an achievement, but he supposes that he already knew what the door’s intricate patterns entailed before he had the chance to look at it.

Green-gold eyes look at wide, blue ones.

It takes Hideaki a hair-pulling moment to speak about it. “... My wife is waiting for you.”

Morro sighs, rolling his eyes. “I know.”

Without hearing Hideaki's response — he’s not even sure he has a response — Morro opens the door, feeling an unsettling cold that was so unlike the other man’s atmosphere settling in his corporeal form.

#manji wips #morrotober #morrotober 2022 #morro ninjago #morro wu #ninjago oc: hideaki fujimori #ninjago #lego ninjago #fun fact this was also my creative writing assignment