#< sure. whatever. (scared of the maintag)

[numberonepartyboy]

ninjago one piece au....huh.

#im think of giving lloyd and jay only devil fruits bc i think its funnier that kai and nya can just control fire/water #also zane and pixal are still robots #cole is just a wall so like. yeah #lloyd has the energy devil fruit #and jay ate a zoan and now he can transform into a bluejay. he's the crew's mechanic/carpenter and a spy #< no one asked him to do that he just. does it. he's mischievous and an asshole in this au lmao #lloyd is obv captain kai n nya r his wings cole n pixal r the tanks and zane is the cook. also the fighter. jay is here also. #im thinking of giving fsm a dragon devil fruit and then giving it to nya bc of s14 #the crew has to defeat the big bad (that is their sister) #also maybe previous ems loguia devil fruits #zane master of disguises....🥺 #op x ninjago #< sure. whatever. (scared of the maintag)

[lurkinghunt]

Reach Out | Part 1

This was inspired by two fanfics @justletmeplayminecraft wrote for mart's space outlaw au!! so read them for reference- this was fueled by my sick 2am brain so aorry if its a bit in coherent lmao- also I think this is hurt/ comfort idk :D (not maintagging until I can get on my laptop to put it under a read more-)

Iskall has always been described to be protective of his friends, that trait of his has doubled ever since he joined the hermits. Whether it’s him reminding Stress to take breaks and take care of herself as well as others, or protecting any of the hermits on the battlefield, he would always give everything up to make sure his friends were safe. His protectiveness comes with its flaws as well, especially with the events that have happened to Mumbo prior. (He’s already thought of ways to make that Dukes -whatever his name is- dickhead suffer for what he did.) For the past three days he has hardly let Mumbo out of his sight, afraid that if he turns away for too long his friend would become a brainwashed servant and be lost forever. That includes gripping his wrist any chance he moves away, being awfully clingy and hovering about as Mumbo works and tinkers away. He knows he shouldn't be overwhelming him but he’s too paranoid to go back to his usual routine yet, always sharing sleeping quarters with him from now on. But in truth, while he may be protective of his friends - willing to die for them - he has no idea on how to make Mumbo comfortable to talk to him. He’s noticed how Mumbo always quickly glances over his shoulder. As his anxiety spikes constantly when someone walks behind him, and yet he hasn’t uttered a word about it to Iskall. All Iskall knows is what was said in the debriefing and how Mumbo crept out of the room the first night, later to be found with Wels in the common room. He takes note of what time Mumbo seems to wake in the middle of the night randomly out of the blue with panicked breaths that he tries to muffle. He tries to learn his routine and (begrudgingly) gives him space to calm down after what seems to be nightmares, he can’t blame him for that, imagine you could have lost free will in a matter of seconds? It must have been traumatic. But after the fourth night in a row he can’t stay still anymore for his own sanity, so minutes after Mumbo has left the sleeping quarters , shifting pillows silently to try not to wake anyone else, he follows. He notes that Mumbo is heading towards his own lab, watching from around the corner as his friend silently slides the door open and enters, heading straight for his workbench. He doesn’t enter yet, hanging quietly near the door trying not to scare him. He watches quietly as Mumbo sits down at his bench and pulls up properties of different materials on a data screen, while fetching samples of the materials from a drawer. He lines them all out neatly and then begins. He picks up the first sample and Iskall finds it odd that he slings it around the back of his neck, shifting his head to see if he could still move around. He sighs, finding the first material to be less pliable then he thought. He does this for every sample on his workbench, sorting the better malleable materials from the others which he discards back to the drawer. His behavior is odd, Iskall thinks, having only suspicions on what the tests were for. He watches again as Mumbo grabs a skewer from Gods knows where (did he steal it from the kitchen one night? Has he run these tests nearly every night? He wonders.) and begins to pierce the parts of the materials that had matched up with the back of his neck. Oh, His worst suspicions are correct, something gnaws at the idea that Mumbo should even think of this! He should ask- he could talk - he needs to- “..Mumbo?” He speaks without processing it first, only realising he talked as said man instantly turned around, almost ashamed of his work.

#Hunt writes #guess that’ll be my tag even tho it’s pretty rare when I get moods to write especially fanfics #I hope it’s coherent and like not too ooc- haha f it is I’ll blame my cold xd