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When my Mum was pregnant with me she was in the pub and this random creepy elderly woman that nobody ever saw before or since told her that she was going to have a boy and when I was born everyone was like “the creepy lady was wrong” but it turned out I’m trans and THE PUB WITCH WAS RIGHT!
I WAS FORETOLD BY THE PUB WITCH
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sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.
i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.
so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.
today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.
and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.
so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.
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Summary: Morro finds out how his final death ends.
Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of death
Prompt: Crystal | "Too late now."
Extra: I saw a tumblr thread on how Morro probably saw his death in the reflection of the Sword of Sanctuary, so I decided to write about it. Set during the time where Morro and the other ghosts are waiting for the Ninja to arrive.
He boredly swung the Sword of Sanctuary, imagining sparring with an invisible enemy. His work was done, all he had to do was sit idly and stop the Ninja from destroying the Realm Crystal. Then she would be free and he…
What would Morro do after this? The blade hesitated, just barely refraining from slicing the head clean off his nonexistent foe. He glanced at the blade in contemplation. Should he?
It would most likely be futile. She will not fail…right?
He carefully held the sword so he could look into its flat side.
He saw the Ninja showing up, of course. The Green Ninja (he thought with venomous disdain) ran into him and a group of ghosts, only to be revealed as the Water Ninja. Interesting, so this is their plan, he thought to himself, ideas of using this knowledge to his advantage bloomed in his mind.
Lloyd rushed into Ronin's old shop to destroy the Realm Crystal.
His future self said… something that made him hesitate long enough for her to drag him into the Cursed Realm. Then she was free.
They'll win. He will win.
A violent grin breached his ghostly face as he watched the Ninja retaliate, all futile efforts of course.
The Ninja evacuate Stiix, and Lloyd somehow returns. Seriously, this kid must be a cockroach or something.
The Ninja take down the supports and at some point he and Lloyd teleport around the 16 realms while fighting. He loses Lloyd somewhere.
Then the Water Ninja conjures a gigantic fucking wave.
And suddenly, he's losing. The Preeminent is drowning, and he's snagged by her as he tries to escape with the Realm Crystal.
And Wu comes. He comes to save Morro, to save him.
Why?
Morro could feel anger boiling inside of him again. Why would this old fool still care about him? After everything he did?
He saw as his sensei's mouth wordlessly spoke to his future self, saying something that convinced him to try; to save himself, to change.
And, yet again, his efforts meant nothing. The Preeminent refused to give up her prized possession, and Morro gave up.
He gave up.
He gave up.
Morro watched himself hand the Realm Crystal off to Wu and give up. He watched himself dissolve into nothing, dragged by his master to his watery death.
Enraged, he threw the sword and lodged it into a wooden beam.
"WHY?" he yelled at no one. "WHY WOULD YOU GIVE UP! WHY WOULD YOU SACRIFICE EVERYTHING WE'VE WORKED FOR?"
He tightened his fists, "Why..?"
And then, it clicked.
His teacher, his father, never gave up on him. Even when he became evil and tried to curse every realm, Wu never gave up on him. Even as he was trapped by the one he devoted himself to, bound to his imminent death, he didn't give up.
His sensei believed that Morro could be better; that he could change. But Morro knew it was too late for himself. He had gone too far, ruined too many lives. He had to rest now.
So he let go.
From afar, he heard something brewing. Some people were fighting. The Ninja.
"Too late now," Morro muttered to himself.
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morros gay ass leaving the cursed realm to beat the hell outta some random teenagers, colourized - june 2015
random sketch from my files yeye
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STIMMING POLL
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Happy Halloween from me and my Garmalantern
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I made a DEH discord server
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how do you find good discord servers to join
especially when youre in a dead fandom
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let's start this years morrotober
day 1 | magic
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last night i had a dream that i was playing minecraft and i noticed i had 77 blocks of cobblestone in one slot instead of it being capped at 64 and it was so jarring to me that it literally booted me out of the dream. like sure you can fly now and your childhood home is a pharmacy but 77 pieces of cobblestone? unthinkable. wake the fuck up.
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i hope the world allows me to be kind, navi
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