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amid-ice-and-snow · 4 months

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Elrohir & Nish

AU Verse/s: Becoming a parent & Elrohir stays behind This is just a generalised info. Things may alter depending on the RP. Thanks for @silvercrowned for helping to work parts of it out.

Elrohir had known for a long time that he wouldn't be travelling West when his twin did at the end of the war. Only his twin and Cirdan had been told; for his father was already dealing with the fact that Arwen had chosen a mortal life to be with Aragorn. After the Last Ship sailed from the Grey Havens, Elrohir returned to Imladris. His path would not lead him towards Valinor for another 2000 years, nor would it be smooth.

Although he travelled, it was only to places where his friends and family were living. He had been at Aragorn's side when his foster brother passed and later on, he kept Arwen company until she too had left the world. His journeys gradually decreased after that, for there were few left for him to see. He watched from a distance as both the Shire and Dwarven kingdoms faded away into history, their peoples forgotten in all but myths and legends. Much like that of the Elves.

Nish

Anishka, or Nish as they prefer to be known, was born in Imladris to Elrohir and a very close friend of his. He had pulled her mother, Harial, from the Bruinen Ford, after she had used it to get away from those hunting her. Although not in a relationship with each other, the decision to have Nish was in part due to their close friendship.

But the birth took much of her strength and they both knew that she wouldn't last much longer. So when Imladris' magic finally faded, Harial stayed behind to distract the hunters while Elrohir ran to protect their child. Because of her water magic, Harial was being hunted by the descendants of those who once followed Sauron.

Nish was the reason why Elrohir had remained in Middle Earth all those centuries ago; he just hadn't known it. After being on the run for years, he returned to the Grey Havens with Nish and set sail. It would take time and patience before the youngest of the twins started to feel safe again.

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amidst-snow-and-ice-moved · 11 months

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Elrohir & Nish

AU Verse/s: Becoming a parent & Elrohir stays behind This is just a generalised info. Things may alter depending on the RP. Thanks for @silvercrowned for helping to work parts of it out.

Nish

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namesetc · 2 years

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names similar to Midori? can be gender neu or masc !! :] ty

since midori means green, we'll do a theme on that!

if you'd rather names sounding similar to midori feel free to request again ^^

Arda

Ardan

Arvi

Basil

Cadmium

Celadon

Clove

Clover

Denton

Denver

Dill

Everest

Everett

Fern

Forest / Forrest

Hunter

Harial

Harit

Iving

Ivy

Juniper

Jade / Jaide

Jaden / Jayden / Jaiden / Jaidyn / Jadyn / Jadan

Kadir / Khidir

Khizar

Lime

Leaf

Loden

Landon / Landen

Landis

Moss

Merald

Malachite

Olive

Oliver

Olivier

Pine

Peridot

Patrick / Patric

Sage

Slate

Teal

Vert

Verde

Verdi

Veridis

Varden

Vermont

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morros-writing-blog · 3 years

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i wanted time twins and morro content so here

to anyone just introduced to the au, harial is morro. in the au morro was a name given to them by the preeminent, and harial is their dead name (theyre nonbinary). this takes place in the past.

its not my best writing nor am i very proud of it but eh whatever

A loud knock jolted the boy from his sleep. His head jerked up from where it had been buried in his pillow and he stared at the door blankly for a few seconds. The boy was vaguely aware of the dried tears staining his cheeks from last night’s sob session, and he raised one hand to try and wipe them off with his sleeve.

“Harial,” the voice that spoke up was stern and frustrated, making the boy- Harial, as he had been called- squirm unpleasantly. “Get out here, I don’t have time for this. I’ve been trying to wake you up for half an hour now.”

Harial paused, silently wondering if it had been that long. He got up nonetheless, refusing to dwell on how much he likely upset his temporary caretaker. Wu was out for the summer to try and find new students — he was mostly looking for other Elemental Masters, but so far everyone was too old or too young. So he was given to the former Master of Time, Aeturnus, until Wu would return.

When the door opened, Harial’s hand swiftly slipping off of the doorknob (he always hated the feel of metal), the older man gave a relieved sigh. He stood a good height taller than Harial, who, even though he was already nearly ten, was significantly short. His mop of black hair was a lot neater than his sons’ hair.

Speaking of those sons, the sound of yelling and scuffling in a nearby area made Harial realize the pair were probably nearby. Aeturnus seemed to come to the same conclusion, letting out an exhausted sigh and not saying anything else to Harial. The boy watched as he walked off towards the direction of the twins, left hovering awkwardly without anything to do.

Harial watched the empty hallway for a few seconds before heading back into his room, snagging the hairbrush that rested on the counter as he went. He settled on the edge of the pale white bed, brushing the tangles from his hair.

“Hari!” The youngest of the twins, Acronix, suddenly appeared in the room with a flash of green light. Harial jumped, staring at him, as the twin grinned widely in a sort of triumphant way. “I got you something, since your dad is out and can’t do it. You wanna see? I promise you’ll like it!”

Harial blinked in confusion but slowly nodded, scooting aside on the seat. Acronix let out a laugh and shut the door so no one else would come in. His hands were tight around a cardboard box that Harial didn’t really notice before. He moved to sit beside the boy, resting the box on the bed between the two of them, and flipped open the lid.

“Take a look, Hari,” Acronix encouraged, moving to cross his legs. His grin never faded. “I got him off the streets and it looked like he had bad owners before so I thought that you would do better. It is your birthday after all!”

It was? Harial didn’t realize it was his birthday, he never really kept track. He didn’t dwell on this that long either, leaning forwards to look into the box. His eyes widened when they met the form of a small kitten, it's fluffy grey-and-white fur poofed up from alarm. Acronix watched on, eagerly awaiting Harial’s reaction.

“Won’t your dad get mad that you brought a cat home?” Harial asked, his voice as quiet as it usually was. He looked up, meeting Acronix’s gaze while carefully slipping a hand in to let the kitten investigate.

Acronix looked as if he hadn’t even thought of that — which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t. His grin fell and he hesitated, looking to the door of the room. He had left Krux behind to deal with their father, figuring since his brother was more of the type to care about rules he would have a way to evade Aeturnus’ punishments. The two of them didn’t really feel like cleaning the entire house again, even if they were allowed to use their powers this time.

“Krux will handle it,” Acronix said after a moment, turning to look back at Harial. He was smiling again. “Just enjoy your present, Hari, you deserve it.”

Harial cast a half-smile, carefully lifting the kitten from the box once he was sure he wasn't going to scare him away. The kitten mewled in surprise but went with it, leaning into Harial once he was close enough. Acronix got back up, him and the box vanishing in a green light with only a yell of “goodbye-have-a-nice-day” as he went. The boy laughed and forgot about cleaning himself up, focusing on the cat, whom he decided to name Thunder.

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When Harial was eventually called down for dinner, he had to leave Thunder in his room. He wasn’t very happy about it but he decided he could sneak the kitten some food later. As he neared the kitchen, it was clear Acronix and Krux were arguing again, based off the raised voices and exchanged insults of two small children. Both of them were nearing their eleventh birthday, only a year older than Harial himself.

Aeturnus scolding the twins was the last thing Harial heard before entering the kitchen, staring at the mess before him. Krux had managed to get his brother pinned down, his hand digging hard into the other’s back. Acronix was struggling, both his eyes and hands glowing brightly as he prepared his powers. One of the chairs was toppled over, likely Acronix’s chair.

Reluctantly, Krux got off his brother, adding one last kick into Acronix’s side — it was a light kick, but the boy rolled over with an exaggerated groan nonetheless. “Stop being so dramatic, Nix,” Krux scoffed, lifting Acronix’s chair with his bright yellow powers as he went to his own. “You’re the one who started it.”

“Damn it, Krux!” Aeturnus sighed, spotting Harial in the doorway. “Both of you, sit down, I don’t have time for this. Harial, come in here and join us, Krux and Acronix will behave. Right, kids?”

Acronix muttered something along the lines of a profanity as he got up into his chair, glaring down at his plate of food. He ignored the taunting smile Krux gave him, sulking in silence as if he were turning four instead of eleven.

Harial hesitated a moment but went in nonetheless, sitting at the table too. He stared at the food uneasily, not liking the way it looked. Instead of saying anything, he kept his mouth shut, lifting the fork into one hand and keeping a loose grip. The texture still bothered him but he forced himself to ignore it.

At this point he just wanted to go home.

“Harial, your father is coming to get you tomorrow morning,” Aeturnus said, raising his gaze to look at the miserable boy. Harial only nodded, having to force himself to eat as well.

“Are you alright?” Acronix asked suddenly, leaning forwards in his chair with his elbows resting on the wooden table. He seemed to sense Harial’s discomfort, his head tilting to the side — not unlike a curious puppy. “You look upset,” he elaborated a second later when he didn’t get an answer.

Harial nodded again, avoiding the other boys’ gazes. Instead, he continued to eat, silently wishing for the night to hurry. He didn’t feel any gratitude towards Aeturnus, and although he’d much rather be here than alone at the monastery, he really wanted Wu to hurry and come get him.

#unnamed au one #lego ninjago #ninjago #morro #acronix and krux #acronix #krux #time twins #time twins father #aeturnus #cat #cats #morro has a cat #harial #for now anyway #nonbinary morro #but written before they knew #harial is their dead name #harial au

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nonbinary-morro · 3 years

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morro is my comfort character and i love writing them into like, Everything

also morro + ghost generals being Friends is lowkey my favorite thing like i love the harial au (i still hate that name 💀) for that soul i know i spelled it wrong but puns reason

just

HHHHH soul is amazing

marry me soul <3

even tho in my discord server we are already married,,,,

im totally not a simp /s

also lowkey this conversation got so off topic and i blame adhd but i could Talk About Them all day 😌

yes OD i love ur morro and ghost general hcs (witch bansha my beloved <3333), just the way you found family-ed them but it a more casual friend way i just love smmm

vsjskavjaid puns thats amazing

meaningless talk about fake people is so important i love doin it alsoo

(/p)

wind ghost my beloved <333

#save tag: sippin on waterfalls

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1harrysgayvodka · 3 years

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It feels like forever since I’ve posted so here’s a wonderful picture of Harial

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maharshigyan · 3 years

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Check out this post… "The bird named 'Harial' found in India never sets foot on the ground".

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impianclub · 4 years

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bastarhomestays-blog · 6 years

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This is the story of every village of Bastar. Every little big hunting trick here starts learning from childhood. These kids were found on their way to the farm today, who were identifying those flora and figuring "chick", in which often Harial, Manna, Paurayya, Manna and other little birds sit. Actually, chick is made by putting natural gum in bamboo thin silk (kadi). The method of obtaining natural glue is also unique and ancestral. The gum of mango, guular, mahua, peas and other trees is deposited in a clove of mud, it is mixed with winter oil and cooked in a low flame, then it is prepared like a glue which has nothing to hold. In this mixture, the bamboo is applied in thin silk, and it is placed in the tree near the thin branches where birds are likely to sit. Once a bird is sitting on this chick, it becomes impossible to get out of its grip. Take .... Your victim is in your arms. (at Bastar, Chhattīsgarh, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/BooLFYigFdr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10f621947hxzf

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morros-writing-blog · 3 years

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Once again, Harial found himself unable to sleep. He stared numbly at the cave’s roof, lying on his back. His whole body was numb and aching at the same time, hunger pains settled deep into his stomach. Each limb felt heavy and he just wanted to sleep on something other than rock.

Instead of lying there all night, he slowly sat up, exhaustion weighing on every movement. The bag resting against his leg caught his attention and Harial reached a hand out to tug it closer, debating going to sleep without eating tonight. Eventually he decided he’d gone far too long without food or water, and he licked his dry lips as a reminder.

Barking was heard from outside, the scuffling of a group of wild dogs trying to get up into the caves ringing through the hollow earth. Harial paid them no mind, too tired to really notice. He lifted the warm waterbottle to his lips, trying not to think about how he had to steal it from another poor kid.

He regretted a lot about his life. A lot of it wasn’t his fault — his dad kicking him out, living homeless for years, being dragged into training by Wu, not being the Green Ninja, etcetera. That didn’t make it hurt any less. All he wanted to do was prove himself to Wu, repay him for the mercy he showed, but that didn’t work as well as he thought.

Harial remembered the way Wu looked at him, sympathy in his—

No. He wasn’t going to think about that, focus on the water.

Harial sucked in a breath, finally completing the movement to drink his water. He gulped down the liquid, resisting the urge to cough as the feeling tickled his scratchy throat. It was too warm to really get rid of the dryness, but at least he could feel himself waking up slightly.

As he examined himself, he realized how dirty he really was. Harial’s nails were growing too long, dirt and sand caked underneath them — the nail on his left ring finger was broken off and dried blood mixed with the dirt, but he couldn’t do much about it. His hair was getting ridiculously long, and it was tangled worse than it did when he was younger.

He was also pretty sure he smelled terrible, considering how much mud, blood, and sweat he’d managed to collect over the years. It had been a few months since Harial found liquid water to bathe in, and multiple near death situations slowed the process of finding one. The desert wasn’t exactly fun to travel through, especially on foot and without any cover during the day.

But, in the end, he did end up finding the cave. He had no idea where the Tomb was, but it was too dangerous outside. He’d run across a pack of wild dogs in an attempt to find a shortcut through the sand, and they were still trying to hunt him down. Inconvenient.

Harial sighed aloud and let his head rest against the rock behind him, closing his dark-grey eyes after a moment. He was pretty sure he had food too, but he was still so tired.

“I can eat tomorrow,” Harial thought, “I have the time.”

A loud crash jolted Harial from his sleep. His head jerked up off the rock and suddenly he was coughing, feeling his throat clog up with something. He carefully stood up, thoughts fuzzy with the sleep still clinging to him, and he covered his mouth, spitting out sand. And then another crash sounded, and he leapt back out of instinct, shaken awake.

As soon as Harial realized those crashes were falling rocks, he was bolting in the opposite direction, charging for the entrance of the cave. His arm was lifted, trying to shield his eyes from the disturbed sand stinging them. Tears welled up in his eyes, both out of the sheer terror that shook him and the burn of the sand. He was only seventeen, he wasn’t about to die now—

A loud cry of pain escaped as he fell to the ground, feeling his feet fly out from underneath him. Harial gritted his teeth against the pain and fear, trying to get himself back up. Except before he could move, another rock was shaken from the ceiling. It landed on his arm with a loud crunch and Harial’s head fell back as a scream ripped through his throat.

As soon as he opened his mouth, sand made its way into his throat, clogging up his airways. Harial hacked in an attempt to spit out the sand, struggling to breathe. He knew getting the rock off of him was impossible if he couldn’t breathe properly, and soon enough he managed to clear up his throat enough to get some air down.

Gulping down the rest of the oxygen that he knew was slowly leaving the cave, Harial shifted his focus onto the rock. His arm was completely pinned and he was sure it had broken. He didn’t want to move his arm, and so he opted to try and lift the rock with his wind.

Harial could feel tears streaming down his cheeks, stirring the dirt caked on his skin, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Somehow, everything hurt all at once, and he cried out from the exertion as his wind suddenly cut out. The rock hadn’t budged at all.

No, he didn’t want to die. Please, FSM—

Harial’s head hit the cave floor as he finally gave up. Sobbing and shaking, he stared blankly at the cave’s wall. His body wasn’t listening to him, every muscle in his body hurt. And even if he got out, what was there for him? More struggling and fighting for something he was never going to get? No, it was better to die now. Maybe he’ll go somewhere happier.

“Even while crushed by a rock and suffocating, you fought for your life. I admire that about you, but clearly I have a spirit to break. Literally.”

“Who are you? Where am I?!”

“Soul Archer, take him to the Cells.”

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