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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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Never Break the Chains

Summary: Lloyd Hansen’s sweet little pussy cat

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Duchess!Reader

Rating: explicitly dark

Warnings: DARK!fic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, pet play, leash, cage/kennel, butt plug, cat girl, being held captive, humiliation, sex in front of people, mentions of toy play, unprotected sex, choking with leash, creampie, licking, dub con/non con, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.9K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

A/N: This completely and totally is a one shot. Say it with me. This is a one shot.

Lloyd eyes look around the location for the night, making note of everyone that is in the room before cracking his neck. Crossing an arm to the opposite side of his body as he dramatically stretches out. Skin speckled in blood and chaos of the events prior to getting back. He reaches into his pocket to pull out his ChapStick before slathering a bit on his lips.

No one had made a single comment. No one was offering the information he was impatiently waiting to hear. He clears his throat looking at one of the mercenaries, “Well?”

“Your pet is waiting on you,” one answers, his mouth turning up into a smirk. “Waiting and ready.”

“Is she? Now that — is what I wanted to hear. Clean yourselves up,” with a quick wink, he heads in the direction that everyone was pointing him in. The most perfect way to wind down was a few short strides.

Slowly he opens the door to his temporary room, and there you are. Down on all fours, and your fluffy white tail wrapped resting on the floor, “You promised,” you whine as your cold eyes drift up to him. Your headband with the pointed ears is folded over with the tight space.

“Oh, shut up before I put you in the corner, Duchess. Remember what happened when you were in the corner?” You crawl backwards in your kennel, and further away from him. “I asked you a question?”

“You made me…Lloyd, don’t make me say it.”

“No,” his lips turn up into a nasty smile as he stares down at you. Reaching to your chain, he gives it a little tug, and you crawl forward anyways, “I want you to say it. Tell me, what happened when you were in the corner?”

“You made me stand and cockwarm a fake cock while everyone stared at me.”

“Aww, did my sweet kitty cat not like it?” You shake your head no, and he pulls your chain harder. Your face presses against the door, and you let out a pitiful whine. “I hate it when you don’t answer me with words. Did you not like everyone seeing your cunt stretched out wide over that clear dildo?”

“No, sir.”

“Then quit acting like a little bitch. I need cleaning. Come on. Come on, sweet Duchess,” he opens the door to your cage, and pulls you out of the small space. Making himself comfortable while you're standing there with nothing else on but a collar, cat ears, and a butt plug tail. “Lick me clean.”

There wasn’t a use in arguing with the man. Things could be much worse for you. Laying your tongue flat, you swipe the muscle up his arm. One big long stripe before doing it again and again. Moving up higher before your licking on his neck. His cock pushes up against his slacks, and you try to repress the mewl that barely escapes your mouth.

“There you go my sweet girl. Now, lay over my lap, let me check how swollen your cunt is to see if you’re in heat. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you,” he lifts up that fluffy tail, giving the base a little tap, making you whimper out his name. His fingers drift down lower on your slit, and he pulls apart your split.

“Not in heat, but look at this throbbing pussy cat. Shall we go on a walk?”

“No!”

“Oh, you’re going for a walk into the sitting room. You are my sweet little pussy. Go on. Get down. Let me show off my pussy cat,” you listen. What else are you supposed to do, but crawl in front of him while he has you on a leash.

You don’t get far into the room before the laughter already starts. Whispers that you can’t decipher, and fingers pointing at you. Lloyd proudly walks behind you, until you get in the center of the room, and he lifts up your tail. He slaps your glistening folds, and you yelp. Your back arches on its own accord, making your cunt even more visible. Spreading apart, and making every man in this room jealous of the tight little hole Lloyd is about to enjoy.

“She’s dripping down her thighs.” “You got that whore trained up well.” “Look at her cunt. What’s got you throbbing so hard, Duchess?” “You like everyone staring at your sloppy little holes?” You sink even lower onto the floor, whispering his name.

It was like your juices are almost ready to pour out of you at any second. You are drenched and needy now. Brain completely fuzzy and switching into being Lloyd’s pussy cat. You rock back, humping air, begging for friction without words. “She is a desperate kitty, Lloyd,” Nick hisses through his teeth, and looks up at Lloyd who shakes his head no, “Oh, come on. If you’re going to make us look at her, smell her, and see her cunt drip on the floor because she’s so fucking needy, you could at least let us have some fun.”

“You are going to have fun. You’re going to have fun watching me mount her, and fuck her like the bitchy kitty she is. Look at her. She’s mine. She’s trained for Lloyd Hansen’s cock. Duchess, you need me to fuck you, hmm?”

Words do not work. It’s one of the many reasons Lloyd decided to make you his pussy cat, you go completely dumb. Animalistic sounds reverberate in the room, and hearing his zipper makes you reach back and pull your lips apart. You were his desperate cat.

“Fucking hell,” another of the mercenaries groans as you ready yourself for Lloyd’s girthy cock. Still haven't gotten used to it. It didn’t matter how many times he fucked you. It still stung.

Squatting behind you Lloyd grabs ahold of your hips, and pushes hard and fast through your channel. Fully sheathed and balls deep when he pulls himself completely out, and does it again. The most aggressive pounds into your weeping cunt, and your body still desires more.

Your fingers claw the floor as you moan out made up words. He was a menace tonight. More so than ever. Relentless in his motions. Grunting out words you couldn’t hear. All you could see was a kaleidoscope of bright colors melting together. Could only feel a stinging pleasure. Lloyd’s voice is the only thing you hear, and it is the deepest and most demanding panting.

You could feel the vibrations from his voice all through your body. Lloyd made sure you received stimulation everywhere. He made sure your body craved him, even if you didn’t. He had in fact trained you. Trained you for his perfect little pet. A pet used for his pleasure, but he was kind enough to make sure you felt pleasure.

Even if it was a bit humiliating, you kinda liked it. Liked how all his men wanted you, but couldn’t have you. How they begged and pleaded for even just a taste, but all they got was to look. They got to hear the sweet sounds, and could watch how your body reacted so quickly to him. Could see the puddle gathering on the floor, but they could not touch what didn’t belong to them. You were Lloyd’s. And only his.

Lloyd gives your leash a tug and lifting you up, forcing you to look at all of them. He wants each of his men to gaze upon you as he fills you up. They need to see each change in your face. The way your eyes are a deep black pool of lust. See every ripple and movement of your body as Lloyd stabs himself even deeper into your wet heat. Witnessing your furrowed brows as your moans become louder.

His hips snap into you at an earth shattering pace. Giving the leash another tug, you go dizzy as the most powerful high rushes over your body. Rolling through every appendage on you; right down to the tips of your fingers. Your walls clench down around Lloyd perfectly. You really were his. Every part of you.

His load spurts deep into your channel, and you get the most satisfied grin on your face. Giving your lip a little nibble as your velvety folds milk him dry. “How was that, Duchess?” Lloyd pants in your ear, and you only nod with a smile on your face. “You gonna let them see me leak out of you? Show them how desperate you get for my cum.”

You whimper as he slowly pulls out of you, letting loose of your leash, and your face pushes back on the floor. Pulling your fuzzy tail up beside you, you hug it contently. Smiling when every man gazes at your puffy pussy. Softly cheering when that first drop of Lloyd’s thick cream drips to the floor.

One drop leads to the dam breaking, and his musky essence oozes out of you and down below. “Duchess, this room needs cleaning, pussy cat.”

You crawl on all fours. Turning your body around, and letting everyone see you. Giving a wicked grin to Lloyd before hanging your tongue out. Bending over to kitten lick every bit of yours and his release off the floor.

“You really know how to find the desperate chicks, huh?”

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The moonlight reflects off the blade that you hold high above Lloyd’s chest. Still naked. Still nothing more than a wet hole for him to sink into, but you had been given access to his bed, instead of the pillow in your cage.

You take a deep breath, plunging it to him before Lloyd grabs your hand, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you ungrateful little bitch?”

“You hate me!”

“What’s your fucking point?” His free hand grabs the knife, and he slings it into the dark room. “What are you trying to say, Duchess?”

“You humiliate me!”

“And that throbbing cunt shows me how much you like it. You perform for them. You enjoy their greedy little faces. Get off on seeing them get hard, and licking their lips as they envision themselves thrusting into you. Get in the fucking corner!”

“No!” His hand tightens around the back of your neck, and he drags you over into the corner. “Lloyd, no!”

“Put your nose in the fucking corner. This is pathetic. You’re going back in the cage, you fucking brat. I allowed you into my bed. Allowed you to sleep beside me, what more do you want?”

“Your last name.”

Lloyd jerks your head to the side and stares into your eyes unblinking, “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Just. Say?”

“I want your last name.”

“No.”

“I won’t be a brat anymore.”

“No.”

“I won’t keep trying to kill you.”

“No.”

“I’ll let you breed me!”

His eyes narrow at you a moment before his hand drops from your neck, and you hear him retreat. “Don’t leave the corner.”

“I’ll let you breed me! Lloyd I’ll let everyone watch as you fuck your seed so deep inside of me that it sticks! Lloyd! Lloyd Hansen, I’m sorry I tried to run away!”

Still no answer, and your resolve is dwindling. He couldn’t leave you. Couldn’t leave you naked and alone, and just a collar. “I’m sorry I cheated on you! Lloyd!” There is no answer. Only silence. And you’re left to wonder if this is a test, or if he has finally left. So in the corner you stay. In the corner you stand. In the corner.

Masterlist

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chuuyrr · 1 year

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bewitch

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist | rules

"the scarlet witch is a being of unfathomable magic. she can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesied to either rule or annihilate the cosmos."

synopsis:

it is simple, you, [surname] [name], like the majority of the population in yokohama, are an ability user, or so everyone believes, or so you would like to believe as well.

your ability is special. you have abilities that are far greater than what this world refers to as singularities to be exact, and this is because you are more than just an ordinary ability user.

you are the scarlet witch—a being forged with no need for incantations or a coven, and being the scarlet witch you are, you have bewitched certain ability users in yokohama.

before you read:

possible spoilers for bungo stray dogs

your name is [surname] [name] and you have wanda maximoff's powers, making you the scarlet witch.

this is a oneshot series that is different and not associated with my "chaos — scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader oneshot series." in this oneshot series, reader is not a fushiguro by blood or surname, and reader does not belong to jujutsu kaisen either nor a baby or child, hence the reason why it will focus on a romantic aspect similarly to my "infinity — gojo! reader oneshot series".

playlist:

all i need, lloyd

after dark, mr. kitty

dark horse, katy perry

transgender, crystal castles

don't blame me, taylor swift

karma, taylor swift

tia tamera, doja cat

vigilante shit, taylor swift

navigation:

armed detective agency

decay of angel

port mafia

guild

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unsolicited 25

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

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You bring Lloyd a second cup of coffee with his breakfast. A plate of crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast. As you step back, he sucks his teeth and lifts the mug with a subtle shake of his head.

"I like my eggs sunny side up," he sneers.

"You didn't say," you reply flatly.

"You didn't ask!" He grabs the plate and flings it so it flies like a frisbee, the food falling all around. It smashes against the wall and you hold back a sigh. "Do it right."

You swallow and withhold a retort. Something that might make you sound like a mother scolding her child; there are starving children in the world. You push your tongue against your palette as you calm yourself.

"Yes, daddy," you go and gather up the larger pieces of glass before retreating to the kitchen. You return with a broom and sweep up the food into the dust pan. He doesn't say a word but you feel him watching you.

You start again. Several more strips of bacon sizzling as you time dropping the eggs in the pan just right. More toast, buttered and cut down the middle. You set it out on a new plate and take it out to him.

"Salt and pepper?" You offer, barely keeping a trite lilt out of your tone.

He waves you away with his hand. You step back as he plucks up a piece of bacon with his fingers and bites into it. Again, you're startled by his naked lip, he looks like an entirely different person even if he is back to the same old attitude.

You turn on your heel and stride to the door. He clears his throat and gulps loudly from his mug.

"Wait a minute, kitty cat," he calls you back, "need more coffee."

He plunks the cup down and you push your shoulders back rigidly. You spin, walking tersely across the room, the tall heels hammering against the floorboards. You take his cup as his eyes twinkle at you and he stabs the yolk with his fork.

You make yourself stay calm. It's difficult. He knows what he's doing. So do you. Needling at you. Punishing you.

You go back into the kitchen and pour another cup. It takes every ounce of your strength not to spit in it. You bring it to him with the same sickly smile. As you set it down, he smacks his lips and sits back.

"You ever heard of beer goggles?" He asks as you lean back on your heel, pausing before you can flee for the excuse of tidying up.

"Sure."

"Yeah, trust me, you're about fifty percent hotter when I'm drunk," he snickers.

"Thank you," you say dryly, "is that it? Can I get you anything else? A bib? Or maybe a sippy cup? Keep you from spilling–"

"Watch your mouth," he warns as he points the butter knife at you.

You close your mouth and nod. You stare at him and he sighs. He looks at his plate and plays with his food, dragging the tines over the cooked whites.

"Actually, I could use one more thing. Best thing, it will keep your mouth busy."

You narrow your eyes and raise your shoulders. What?

He looks down his body as he sits back and smiles at his crotch. He wiggles his hips and purrs, lifting his chin as he turns his smirk back on you.

"You know how I like it, babe," he taunts and your nostrils flare. Babe. You hate that word. It reminds you of…before. "It's the one thing you do right. Hmm? Your coffee? Too strong. Your eggs? Too runny. But that mouth, just right." He snorts as his dumb joke, "so let's play, Goldicocks."

You can barely keep from smacking him. You curl your fingers then stretch them back out. He notices, grinning larger as his eyes fall to your hand.

"I fucking dare you," he snarls.

You inhale and shake your fingers out. You won't let him get to you. You move closer and touch the edge of the table, about to get to your knees and get it over with.

"Maybe if the old husband had a couple every night, he wouldn't be hanging around late at the office. Or maybe, that's how it happened? A couple too many–"

You swing your arm back and slap him full force, the noise echoing in the air. Your palm stings as you gasp and pull your hand away. What did you just do?

His fork clinks on the plate as he leans back, raising his fingertips to his rosy cheek. His lip twitches as his blue eyes follow you, crisp and cold. He lowers his hands and pushes himself up with the wooden armrests, the chair scraping loudly.

"You're a stupid fucking bimbo, you know that?" He says as he comes closer. You take a step back but he catches you by the throat, "you fucking are. You still care about that deadbeat and we both know he never gave a fuck about you."

"You don't either," you hiss.

He squeezes and glares at you, his throat tightening visibly, "I fucking don't but I never pretended I did, did I?"

"No," you choke out.

"Correct," he says sharply, "so take your feelings out of this," he leans in so his jose brushes yours, "and suck me off."

He lets you go, his hands falling to the front of the pink robe he still wears. You blow out between your lips and grab the belt, you rip it open roughly.

"And you're assuming I give a fuck about you," you spit defiantly.

His tongue peeks out of his mouth as you blindly feel along his stomach, your gaze stuck to his. His muscles clench as you tickle down his pelvis and take his bobbing dick in your hand, swiping around his tip so he twitches. A low growl rolls from his throat.

You stroke him and take a step back. You don't look away as you get to your knees. You work him, long and slow pumps as you hover your lips before his swollen head. You will not let him win.

You open your mouth around him and take his tip firmly between your lips. He watches you, chest rising and falling, unable to tear his eyes from you. You flick your tongue around and he grunts, grabbing your shoulder gruffly.

You slide down his length, pushing your tongue against him until you reach the back of your throat. You bring your hands up to grip his hips and force him past your reflex. The tendons in his neck throb and he lets out a groan.

You brush your hand down the line of his pelvis and cup his balls, squeezing them as you take him completely. You hum and pull back, letting him out as only his tip rests against your lower lip. You swirl your tongue around him once more, still holding him rapt with your burning gaze.

"Oh, daddy," you part and let his dick stand on its own, "I'll be what you want. A set of holes." You pout stupidly, raising your voice an octave. You kiss his tip and sigh mockingly, "I'm your omindless little slut."

His lip curls as a battle rages in his bold irises. He growls and catches the back of your head, forcing you to take him again. You open and swallow him down smoothly.

That's all you need to do is stop thinking. Stop feeling. He'll get bored soon.

#lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the grey man #the gray man #unsolicited #series

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barbielore · 21 days

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So I just got a pet cat for the first time in my adult life. She's a sooky baby but generally a charming young lady and a delicate princess.

I've posted before about Barbie's animal companions in general, as well as specifically about Barbie as an equestrian and Barbie's dogs but of course the cat people out there deserve something too.

Technically Lounge Kitties collection fits the brief but I find these really unsettling to look at.

Side note, some reseller sites specifically describe this doll as Demeter from Andrew Lloyd Weber's Cats. I kind of see the resemblance and honestly couldn't tell you if it was intentional, or if that's just a side effect of them being humans in catsuits.

One of the earlier cats was Fluff, Barbie's pet kitten from 1982. She came with a scratching post, carrier and pet bed, with wide open eyes staring into the abyss.

I will grant you that she looks slightly unsettling in person.

Tag Along Tiffy was a cat that followed Barbie on a leash (released in the same set as Tag Along Wags, a dog with the same premise). Unlike Fluff, who had to eat Barbie-branded "kitten nibbles", Tiffy came with a box of Whiskas brand cat food.

Moving on into the modern day releases, Kitty Condo features not one but five cats

For all your Barbie pet needs!

One of my favourites, though, is the pet cat from Barbie: A Christmas Carol, represented in a few of the dolls to tie-in with that film.

#barbie #barbie pets #barbie a christmas carol #kitty condo barbie #cats #tag along tiffy #barbie fluff #lounge kitties collection

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cookii-moon · 11 months

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FULL Dragons Rising thoughts and opinions!

PLEASE BE AWARE SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 1-10 OF DRAGONS RISING LIES AHEAD!!! If you have not watched it PLEASE be aware that the following contains both massive and minor spoilers for the entire plot of part 1, if you haven’t seen the full thing and wish to go in without spoilers I HEAVILY recommend you save this for later. I put this message here for those who do not have the spoiler tags filtered.

so… new ninjago show! So far? Absolutely love it. It’s shaping up to be interesting and… …well written??! I really enjoyed It, especially the characterization. Sooo good. No concrete opinions on the overarching plot yet, since.. it isn’t out… BUT I do think it’s shaping up to be pretty great.

Now without further ado-

1: Characters

1.1: Arin

I’d say I enjoy him! I do like how he’s portrayed as giddy and all ready to learn, his dream basically just came true and it’s great. Man hyper fixated so much that he taught himself an ancient art style and like yeah that tracks.

I like his design - you can tell he’s had a rough life by the dirt on his shirt and the scratch marks on his face, but he tries not to give up hope or let it get to him too much. I also like how he has a haircut commonly associated with black people and they kept the theme by also having that one line about a haircut he tried to get reference Zane’s, since Zane also has a haircut commonly used by black people. Nice lil way of alluding to a potentially POC character while still using the Lego skin tones.

His little moments where he lets his struggles get the best of him and showcases how his life these past few years have also impacted him for not just the better but also worse - they’re great. Nice way of balancing his character and personality with his experiences while not losing the charm. Things like him being all self deprecating sometimes, or how he felt seen when people looked up to him - they’re great. Not as much as I’d like, but i get the feeling that while this part was more focused on Sora and her backstory, the next might be more centered around Arin.

On a more personal note - while I think he’s great and has potential, I dunno if he’s really my thing. I don’t hate him, I actually like him, just not as much as some other characters right now. I think he needs some time to grow on me, or it’s just not my thing. Either way, he’s cool. Also I love how he just slaps his medallion on his face when he gets second place… it’s so dramatic-

1.2: Sora

aaaa trans kitty cat girl my beloveddd she’s just ugghhhh I love her so much. Probably one of my favorite new characters. I liked her but was scared they’d go too far with the generic big sister trope and she’d never get any deeper than that but boy I’m glad I was wrong.

I love her design. The whites and blues a pinks? Really glad they didn’t just go for a full color again, it makes her more distinct! I also love the prosthetic arm SO MUCH. Rare to see any sort of disability rep in media. Even rarer to see prosthetics. (Also yes ik it’s possible it’s just like armor or smthn but given the way it moves I’m like 99% sure it’s a prosthetic, plus I could be wrong but It looks a lot like she has it off during the scene where Lloyd wakes them up, since you can’t see her gold/prosthetic arm where it would usually be. Only going based off of pictures and memory here tho so.) < — haaaahaaaa yeah so uh future Cookie here, wrote that part before the statement came out..yeah that aged poorly. Look maybe they said it’s armor but I REFUSE to accept it that is a prosthetic to me. My mind has engrained it as a prosthetic meaning I couldn't change my mind even if I tried. Leaving that part in tho for histories sake. - Also, the Japanese cat girl is such a vibe. I love how I was right with the blue scrunchie in my art of her.,The power of character design.

I loved her story so much. She was just a kid with a love for technology and making the world a better place, she got offered what she thought was her dream job only to realize the cruel truth she’d likely been ignoring, in such a traumatizing way by the person she looked up to. She got shunned not only socially but by her own parents, being told she was a horrible person for prioritizing the dragons life over her cities energy and questioning the dictatorship. She grew to hate her home and fled and made a life for herself. I love her lil deadname tease, I love how she feels towards her powers and how she feels like she isn’t all that Lloyd thinks she is, how she clearly has issues and also her personality. Her siblings energy with Arin is so good. I love when Lloyd and Arin doubt who’s side they’re on too. I like how she doesn’t learn to control her powers like some ex machina when it’s needed on her own. She tries her hardest but fails and instead of constantly letting that get her down she still tries to fight without them, even if it doesn’t always go well. Dhdhfjdjs I could rant all day.

So uhh yeah i love her. Kitty cat girl. I really like the duality between her and Arin but also the stuff they have in common like sndhdhsben. I mean it should be obvious I like her. She’s in my title thingymajig and I made art for her. But still. Hdjdjdhdh I LOVB HER.

Also this isn’t part of my analysis but when she gets fake IDs if you translate the ninjagan on her card it reads “Sora Surname” as a placeholder and I think it’d be hilarious if we just started using that as her last name tag since this community is obsessed with them. Sora Surname. It’d be so funny. Please tag your posts Sora Surname.

1.3: Euphrasia

So like when dragons rising first released I saw quite a few peoples hating on this girl and imo I actually really like her. I feel like the hate is sort of unfounded but I’ll get into that later.

I like her!! I like the idea of her being a cloud kingdom monk, i like the new cloud kingdom designs, I like that FINALLY girls seem to exist there, and her wanting to ignore and hide her powers because she’s happy where she is and she doesn’t want to lose it. Side note, I do prefer this cloud kingdom, I feel like it leaves more room. Like if someone doesn’t like the idea that they write destiny at all they can just.. chose to see them as a sort of religious group who doesn’t actually write fate, and then if you like the idea that they can control some amount of destiny you can say that they do have control over some parts of it, but that they simply can’t control everything and in the end it’s not only up to them but also the people of the world if the prophecies come true or not (personally I like to think that’s how it is/is implied) or that they COULD control destiny but can’t anymore after the merge. Idk you can stretch it more and I like that. So much better than the old cloud kingdom imo.

Back to Euphrasia, I do like her story and the little we see of her. I’m not actually bothered by the fact that she only appears in one episode. I’ve seen people complaining about it but come on guys, we literally only have ten episodes, would you have preferred that she randomly pops into imperium when she has no logical way of getting there and that’s where like every single other episode takes place?? There physically wasn’t anywhere else she would have appeared after episode 5 unless you made her join Sora and Arin, which not only would you need to lengthen the plot to develop her as a character with interactions since they JUST met, but also it’s refreshing to have a new EM who isn’t one of the new MCs.

the OTHER reason I see people hate her is because of Morro. Obviously, she’s the new master of wind, meaning Morro is dead, and his element went back to the cycle and found a new host. So people are upset.

guys. Guys we literally knew this. We’ve known he was dead since like 2015. We’ve known he moved on to the departed realm since 2016. We’ve known that the wind element has gone back to the cycle and found a new host for YEARS. That doesn’t mean Morro suddenly doesn’t exist. He just doesn’t have his element anymore. He could still appear in the new series, and even if he doesn’t I’m honestly ok with that. His arc is done and i get the feeling he’d go out of his way to avoid the ninja after the merge anyway. It isn’t Euphrasia fault, stop hating on her D:

I don’t have much else to say about her yet. I loved her story and moments and design and vibe and everything but there isn’t much else to talk about bc of the smol screen time amount, so yeah.

1.4: Wyldfyre

Silly wolf-raised-girl-trope-with-a-dragon-twist. I love her so much. Not sure I’d call her one of my favs yet (uuugh they’re all my favs… sobs..) only bc we didn’t see much of her character interactions n stuff.

Her design is so pretty. The colors make her look like a Qilin to me which I love so much.

I do like how she’s knowledgeable enough with humans to be able to interact with the rest of the cast while still keeping her draconic behaviors or knowledge that she gained by being raised around them. I think it’s a nice little limbo and I feel like we’re gonna see at least one identity crisis from her now that she’s in the group.

I’m usually not much of a fan of these types of characters but I actually really like her and I’m excited to see where they go with her. Plus, her powers and the lighting they give off are so pretty.

1.5: Lobbo

I had to include him. Look at him. I CALLED IT. I TOLD YOU ALL, ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE TRAILER DAYS I POINTED OUT LOBBOS MECH. I SAID I LOVED HIM ALREADY AND I WAS RIGHT. TAKE THAT INTERNET!! I unironically love him he’s so funny nobody understands him he’s just THERE with parental and relationship struggles and it’s just so funny to me. Little silly orb man. Now onto the villains!

1.6: Empress Beatrix

So I like… love her design, it’s so menacing and I think she’s so awesome looking. Super gender too. I find her weird rules funny but also sometimes I want to punch her in the face. Like.. why did she get so mad about Rapton being incompetent, but then.. fire Ras… who didn’t really do anything wrong except for fail that ONE time.. instead of Rapton.. who physically isn’t competent whatsoever?? Like I don’t get it?? It felt so random. Maybe it’s some form of her wanting to feel superior and in control so she got rid of Ras as a statement. But then… why not also fire Rapton, who thinks highly of himself bc of the position you gave him?.. I dunno I don’t get it maybe they’ll tell us in part 2.

1.7: Lord Ras

Ah yes, the guy people seem to really like. I’ll be honest, I don’t get the appeal?? Like his design feels out of place, which I guess is intentional but I just.. don’t really like the look of the awkward head mold. It’s a personal thing ig. His personality is just kind of boring to me and we don’t know anything else about him because he’s that scary bad guy general except oh wait he screwed up once and got thrown in prison!! Like I don’t get it?? Look guys he’s not even that attractive. I might be aroace but even I can tell that much. It’s the voice isn’t it. Y’all are simping for the voice smh /lh

I guess his whole “plan” thing is a bit interesting but even that isn’t something I’m too interested. I kinda just found him pretty boring and I felt disinterested whenever he showed up.

like in the last few episodes it felt like they were trying to make us feel bad for him with the way the empress treated him but like, they don’t give us anything to feel bad for?? I dunno the whole thing felt awkward and clunky.

Maybe my opinions will change in part 2 where we’re probably gonna find out more about him, but until then, meh.

also I want to punch him in the face sometimes. I dunno he’s just being all th e r e and boring and so I want to punch him and get him off of the screen because it’s like an annoying type of boring. Yk like an annoying torturous silence. But boring. Yeah that. No offense I don’t hate him I just want to punch him off of my screen.

1.8: Rapton

Silly goofy guy. I’ll be honest I found his incompetence a bit.. annoying? Like I get he’s supposed to be comic relief but like it doesn’t feel right sometimes?? It’s just a personal thing ig. I feel like having some comic relief villains is ok but imperium just has too much comic relief in their villain roster?? Like Ras and Beatrix are pretty much the only capable ones in a fight. Ras got chucked in prison and barely shows up or does much, and Beatrix still has comic relief elements in her ridiculous laws and such. LaRow could count but shes not really a competent fighter since she cowers and nopes out the second Arin tries to fight her. I feel like it just.doesn’t work with imperiums vibe having rapton as a general, and honestly i didn’t find his jokes funny (but ofc humor is subjective). I don’t dislike him, I just don’t really care about him. I want to punch him in the face whenever he shows up but out of annoyance.

1.9: Dr. LaRow

She shows up and I want to punch her but this time out of malice and hatred. She’s a good villain and I like how they handled her but I physically can not feel anything but spite for this woman and I love that. Great villain. Hate her with every fiber of my being which is how it should be.

1.10: Dorama

I don’t have much to say about him asides from that the magician vibes are fun and that I want to punch him in the face for his attitude towards living beings.

… apparently I really feel like punching all of them. Huh. I swear I’m not like this usually I dunno something about all these villains is just punchable.

2: Interactions

Honestly? I’d say the interactions in this show were great. Sora and Arin are great foils to each other and best buds. My only thing is I hope the show doesn’t try to push a ship (I’ve seen people complain about shipping them and while I see their dynamic in a platonic familial sense I have nothing against people shipping them romantically atm since we don’t know of anything that’d make it problematic, I just don’t think it should be forced in canon) but I choose to be hopeful and say it probably won’t. Lloyds interactions with his new students are amazing and so funny srfvjrtfjer Lloyds really gone from the guy who didn’t know what a VCR was to the guy who probably still doesn’t know what a VCR is (somehow) but has now adopted two strays and needs to pretend to know what a VCR is. It’s so funny. The sibling bicker between Lloyd, Kai and Nya was ok, I guess? Never cared much for the RGB sibling idea… Iknowww shame on me but uh was it just me or did the interactions feel a bit… forced? I dunno, something about it just felt off. Was it just me or did anyone else feel like that?? Also Soras interactions with Dr. LaRow and Rapton… so good… Overall I like the interactions even if the ones between the ninja felt a bit forced.

3: Writing & plot

So I enjoyed the writing.. specifically the characters dialogue and such. I think this season has some really good balance between dialogue and characters. I liked the pacing a lot up until the imperium episodes. I don’t have a problem with them on their own - I liked the conflict it sparked and the stakes and seeing Sora’s backstory, but I also felt like it dragged on too much?? Like Sora kept escaping and then getting captured and then escaping and then going back like it felt really backtracky and it kind of messed with the consistency and the pacing, yk?? Also the battle with the protacs definitely felt like the writers were trying to stall or smthn. Idk.

Also, did Zane popping up feel.. unnecessary and rushed to anybody else?? Like the IDEA was awesome and cool, things were great up until they opened the pod.. then Zane pops up and he doesn't really do anything except for immediately become a generic background exposition tool, he barely even interacts with Kai and Nya. Having him there felt so… unnecessary? He doesn’t DO anything. You could get rid of him and just give them another way of activating the monastery and it’d change nothing. Plus it’s NOT explained and he’s just so… unemotional and “whatever” about it that it just… feels so unnatural?? Idk I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s just me not liking how they seem to be reverting to making Zane more of a robotic exposition tool like after s4. I don’t like it. You could’ve just left him to part 2 though.

I’ve seen ppl complain about the “retcons” with Lloyd saying he trained under Master Wu for years and being shown as a child, but like, they’re not really retcons…? From what I remember they never give us any sort of specifics towards the timeframe in which S1-S2 takes place outside of S2 taking place only a few weeks after the S1 finale, but that doesn’t really apply to the ENTIRE season. It’s not Impossible that the events we see all take place over the course of a few years, since most of the episodes aren’t connected to each other beyond the overarching plot. And nothing ever said that Wu didn’t train Lloyd. What we see isn’t the only training that took place. Maybe I forgot something important that says otherwise, but the idea that S1-2 took place in only a few weeks/months is completely fan made, meaning it wasn’t a retcon. Sure, maybe it seems weird, but it’s never been stated otherwise. Now, if it IS a retcon, I’m not complaining for one. Why, you might ask? Because them using child Lloyd and saying he trained under Master Wu for years might mean we can FINALLY be rid of the Tomorrows tea confusion!! We could have him grow up naturally, or age him up and clarify and elaborate on how it works, we could FIX the entire stupid argument that has been going on for YEARS. I for one am ecstatic at that possibility. Also, it means we might get additional context and stuff for S1-S2, which sounds fun ,so honestly I have no problem with it. There have been worse plot holes/retcons *glares at Nyad from across the room*

I can’t say much about the overarching plot yet, since obviously it isn’t out, but it’s shaping up to be pretty exciting!

4: Worldbuilding

I feel like I can’t judge this TOO much considering the nature of part 1. I absolutely loved the crossroads and the mix of different cultures, real splatsville vibes, but I do feel like we should get to see more of how the other realms are doing. Imperium felt a bit.. strange? Like it’s just a massive city of humans right?? I don’t really get why it had to be an entire separate realm, I think it should’ve been more unique on like a larger scale. I dunno though. Honestly there wasn’t much worldbuilding in this part, so I hope we get more soon.

5: Visual design & animation

Okay so this new series is BEAUTIFUL. The colors and the backgrounds are so much more vibrant, the lighting is so pretty, the environments are amazing, they kept the wild brain clothing textures and just uuuugh I love it so muchychxhazjchcjdiwhthfs the animation felt very expressive and ueuahahehfhdsj I have no words props to wildbrain and the animators/artists. It’s so pretty.

Overall this part was great and I’m really excited to see what comes next!!

also uh on a side note this post took me *checks date* uhh 2… 2 weeks.. y e a h. So uh. Enjoy.

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• whenever his cat-brain takes over more, his eyes go very dim, and they go more neon-green whenever his human-brain takes over

• VERY FLEXIBLE KITTY. cats are already EXTREMELY flexible but this guy can do things thats supposed to break Bones in his sleep. spine go brrr

TY FOR ASKING ABT HIIIM KITTY LLOYD HOLDS A SPECIAL PLACE IN ME HEART <3<3

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Another part of finding differences between polish and english dub of ninjago! As promised, today I'm dissecting the first season!

But before we get to that, some language quirks that may need to be explained:

Diminutive and Augmentative.

Diminutive (or in short DIM) is used to change the word, to express different meanings. You use it to point out somethings small size or your affection and tenderness towards it; often used to create pet names and nicknames (think cat → kitty, mom → mommy, Charles → Charlie). Sometimes used as an insult, usually in sarcasting light.

Augmentative (in short AUG) is the opposite of that: used to point out bigger size, dislike, make an insult or a joke. It usually has negative emotions attached to it. There are few exceptions, but those mostly rely on context.

For simplicities sake, DIM → affectionate; small. AUG → insulting; big. Keep these in mind, as they'll be popping up in here and in the future.

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With that out of the way, let's begin!

Rise of the Snakes | Rok węży (Year of the snakes)

I've wondered for some time why this change was made, and the only conclusion I came up with is that translating 'Rise', would remind people of things like uprisings or revolutions. That being said, I don't mind this change.

1. Rise of the Snakes | Atak Węży (Attack of the Snakes)

• In english the word 'prophecy' is being explained, but in polish the ”fancier” synonym of prophecy is used (proroctwo), and the explanation is basically 'this word means prophecy' (przepowiednia).

• Jay: "Did I say Green Ninja? I meant lean ninja!" → "Miałem na myśli strapiony ninja!" (I meant distressed ninja!)

• Jay: "Nya, you're okay!" → "Nya, ty żyjesz!" (You're alive!)

2. Home | Dom

• Kai: "You mean you never had a home?" → "Nie masz domu?" (You don't have a home?) What's also interesting here is that in polish is there's no difference between home and house. So you could understand it as "You don't have a house?" and it wouldn't be wrong.

• Cuckoo bird is translation to 'Głuptak' (Northern gannet). In polish its name is a combination of 'stupid' (głupi) and 'bird' (ptak).

• Slither Pit is translated to 'Abyss of the Fangs' (Otchłań Kłów)

• Fang-kwondo → Tae-kły-ndo (Kły - fangs) I think it's an amazing pun, as only one vowel is changed from the original word ('ł' is pronounced the same way english 'w' is, so the only change is 'o' → 'y').

3. Snakebit | Ukąszeni ([they were] Bitten)

Edit: While checking something I noticed the title I've noted here, is not the only title used, as some sources (like Wikipedia) state the name of the episode as 'Ukąszenie' (The Bite). The title that is read in the episode is 'Ukąszeni', and sites like polish Ninjago Wiki or Dubbingpedia use it (curiously enough, when I checked the DVD the name that was displayed was 'Ukąszeni', while the DVD cover used 'Ukąszenie'). That's either a later translation change that didn't get corrected, or a simple spelling error. One letter and so much confusion!

• Fangpyre is translated to Żmijampir ('Żmija' - viper, '-ampir' is from polish for vampire, 'wampir') Don't get attached to the name though.

• Lloyd calls himself "the rightful ruler of Serpentine".

• "Fangpyre bit off more than we can chew." → "Żmijampiry najpierw gryzą, a potem myślą." (Fangpyre first bite, then they think.)

• When the ninja get new vehicles, Cole says this about Rocky: "I think he just got replaced." In polish it's "Chyba już za nim nie tęsknię." (I don't think I miss him anymore)

4. Never Trust a Snake | Nie ufaj wężom (Don't trust the snakes)

• Constrictai → Dusiciele. Dusiciel literally means Strangler or Constrictor.

• Venomari → Jadozęby (Jad - venom, zęby - teeth)

• Pythor P. Chumsworth → Pyton P. Przyjazny (Python P. Friendly) don't get used to that one either.

• Fangpyre are called Wężampiry here ("Węż" - is taken from the adjective form of "snake"[wężowy], or from plural form [węże])

5. Can of Worms | Węże na wolności (Snakes at large)

this episode has taken most space in my notebook!

• Lloyd: "Saw Cole beat your high score. You should have seen it. It was pretty spectacular." → "Wujek Cole pobił twój rekord. Grał fantastycznie i o wiele lepiej od ciebie." (Uncle Cole beat your high score. He played fantastically and way better than you.)

Look babe, a new headcanon just dropped— Honestly I was so surprised by the 'uncle' that i replayed the line a few times to make sure I heard it right. And it's clearly there. After the initial surprise, I started to wonder where that translation could've come from, and the only idea I had was that the translator had mixed up Cole for Wu. But who knows? Maybe it was intentional? I certainly don't mind it.

• When Kai says that Lloyd must've seen Cole play the Sitar Legend, the name of the game is changed to Solitaire. I understand the need for change, as I don't think that many people would have caught the Guitar Hero reference, but I can't help but wish the name had stayed, if only for it being a subtle hint of Cole's past, and the fact that Zane later uses Sitar Legend poster for camouflage.

• When Jay asks when will Wu teach them to paralyze the enemy with one finger, it's changed to paralyze with gaze

• 'Pyton' is changed to 'Pytor'. There are few instances in this and later episodes where the 'Pythor' (with english pronounciation) is used.

• Fangpyre are now 'Wężowampiry'. This one stays. Personally I prefer 'Żmijampiry', but that might be because as a child I had the first four episodes on DVD, and simply got more attached to this one.

• Pinky → Świnka (Piggy; DIM of Pig)

• When Zane addresses the Samurai on the Toxic Bogs, he refers to 'him' as 'Mysterious Warrior', but in polish dub it's changed to 'Dark Samurai'. I don't think it's a good decision, as the later scene is about explaining who Samurais are, and starts with the rest of the ninja not knowing how to call 'him'.

• The Great Devourer is translated to "The Devourer of the Worlds" (Pożeracz Światów) I think it's a good decision, given that the literal translation of GD would sound kinda... lame in polish? Idk maybe it's just me/childhood nostalgia.

• Ninjago City is often referred to as the capital of Ninjago throughout the series, with sometimes being just Ninjago City (not translated), or in case of Rebooted - New Ninjago City (with only 'new' being translated).

• The popsicle stand joke isn't present. It's just "zostawmy ich w tyle" (let's leave them behind), which I wouldn't mind, if not for the fact that there's a perfect opportunity for a joke that is missed - in polish there's an idiom "zostawić kogoś na lodzie" (leave someone on ice) and like. it's right there.

• In english Lloyd says he did twenty laundry loads, but in polish he did ten. This is most likely due of the number of syllables the words have: twenty in polish has three (dwa-dzie-ścia), and ten has two syllables (dzie-sięć).

6. The Snake King | Król Węży (King of the Snakes)

• The Great Devourer is translated literally- Wielki Pożeracz. This is the only example of this happening in the polish dub.

• Not really translation issue, but when Skales is talking to the Serpentine behind the arcade, he's clearly voiced by a different person? And when he's walking to the bus it's back to normal. It's weird.

• Pythor refers to the GD as "the ruler of us all" (Władca nas wszystkich)

• Wu called Lloyd "siostrzeniec" (nephew).

Now, you might wonder: ‘what's wrong with that?’ The thing is, in polish there are two ways to address nephew/niece: if it's your sister's child, it's siostrzeniec/siostrzenica; if your brother's - bratanek/bratanica.

To be fair siostrzeniec/siostrzenica is a bit more popular version to use, and I've heard some people refer to their brother's child like that, or vice versa. Heck, it's sometimes treated as a general term, and translators tend to use it when it's unclear what the family connection is.

But.

Throughout the series Wu has always used 'bratanek' to address Lloyd. I'd probably have less problem with it if Lloyd was established as 'siostrzeniec' from the start, but I'll be lying if I said i wasn't paying special attention to catch this potential slip-up.

In the end you can write it off as just a translation inconsistency/error, or if you're feeling nitpicky: Wu just called Garmadon his sister.

• Jay calls the GD a "deity".

• "Iron sharpens iron, sibling sharpens sibling" → "Żelazo kuje żelazo, a rodzeństwo się wspiera." (Iron forges iron, and siblings support each other).

7. Tick-Tock | Czas ucieka (Time's running out)

• "The guy's inhuman!" →"On chyba ma skrzela!" (I think he has gills!) Not to be mean, but the translator might've missed the point

• Kai called the Falcon "Durne ptaszysko" (Dumb bird; with AUG of bird being used here). Kai refers to the Falcon as "ptaszysko" a few times in various episodes.

• Treehorn → Drzewozwierzę (Drzewo - Tree; Zwierzę - Animal)

• Mystaké's "Never heard of it" → "Nie wiem o czym mowa" (I don't know what you're talking about). I'm putting it here, as it's Mystaké's catch-phrase, and for future reference regarding translations.

• Nindroid is changed to Ninjadroid. In later seasons both versions tend to be used, with Nindroid dominating as the seasons progress.

8. Once bitten twice shy | Spotkanie z wężem (A meeting with a snake)

• Garmadon: "What has Lloyd gotten himself into?" → "W jakie tarapaty tym razem się wpakował?" (What trouble has he gotten himself into this time?) Suggesting that Garmadon had been in contact with Lloyd, or at the very least have been keeping tabs on him.

• Cole, when referring to Jay "Mr. Fancy" → "Panie Ładny" (Mr. Pretty)

• In polish dub Wu says that Lloyd opened all five tombs.

• Garmadon (about Lloyd wanting to be evil): "I never wanted him to." → "Szkoda, że tego nie uniknął." (It's a pity he hasn't mananged to avoided it)

• Kai: "Not so fast!" → "Ręcę do góry!" (Hands up!) I'm mentioning it only because in season 8 there's a callback to this line.

9. The Royal Blacksmiths | Kowale melodii (Blacksmiths of melody)

• Kai when talking to Zane: Mr. Roboto → Panie Tosterze (Mr. Toaster)

• When Jay mispronounces the name of the school Cole went to, he says "Instytut Pieśni i Grzańca" (Institute of Song and Mulled Wine)

10. The Green Ninja | Zielony Ninja

• When the Ninja talk to Wu about True Potentials, he says "Have you now?" In polish it's "Nie żartujesz?" (No kidding?)

• Garmadon (to Kai): "So, we meet again." → "Witaj. Dobrze Cię widzieć." (Hello. Good to see you.)

• "Get ready to get Kai'd!" → "Po-kai-asz się przed Kaiem!" I can't really tell what verb is 'kai' replacing ('po' is often added to verbs, and "asz" is added to the second singular person in present tense), my best guess is "You tremble before Kai!" or something along the lines.

Edit: as @imma-ben pointed out, the verb I was looking for is "pokajać się" (to confess remorsefully). Thanks for the correction!

• Garmadon refers to Lloyd as "Synku" (DIM of Son) a few times.

11. All of Nothing | Wszystko i nic (Everything and Nothing)

• Kai: "Jay and Nya rejiggered the design." → "Jay i ja przerobiliśmy pancerz." (Jay and I redid the suit.) I had a bit of problem with this one because in polish 'i ja' (and I) sounds exactly like Nya, but without an 'N'. I replayed this line a bunch of times, even asked my brothers what they hear, and we all agreed it said 'i ja'. Though I don't rule out the possibilty of it just being some audio problem.

• Lloyd: "You left me for so long." → "Zostawiłeś mnie całkiem samego." (You left me all alone.)

• Lloyd: "We don't want your help, and we don't need you here." → "Nie chcę twojej pomocy i nie chcę żebyś był tu z nami." (I don't want your help, and I don't want you to be here with us.) Lloyd also often adds 'to us' when talking about/to Garmadon (you came back! → you came back to us!)

• Lloyd: "My dad's going back to where he came from." → "Mój tata wrócił do krainy ciemności." (My dad came back to the realm of darkness.) Is this realm of darkness supposed to be the Realm of Madness? Another translation of Underworld? Who knows!

• Vengestone isn't really translated. It's just "a special material, that blocks our elemental power".

• Kai: "Now, we quietly do a little ball and chain." → "Teraz, pora po cichu pobawić się w Tarzana." (Now, it's time to quietly play Tarzan) Besides the obvious Disney reference, Tarzan in Poland is also the name of a popular backyard game: you find the right tree branch, with free spaces under it. You tie a long, steady line around the branch, so it's hanging above the ground, and you leave a loop at the end of the line. You either use a chair, a different branch, or whatever else to jump off it and catch the line and you start to swing. Or you walk in to the loop so it's around you (around the torso-butt level), you start to run around, and when you've gathered enough speed, you jump, and you start to circle around with your feet off the ground. Or you sit in it, with your feet already off the ground, and someone else pushes you until you're fast enough to swing on your own. It's really fun.

12. The Rise of the Great Devourer | Przebudzenie Pożeracza Światów (The Awakening of the Devourer of the Worlds)

• Kai says "The Fangblades are made from the orginial teeth of the Devourer." "Ostrza wykonano z zębów pierwszego Pożeracza." (The Blades were made from the teeth of the first Devourer.) That suggests that there was more than one Devourer.

• Jay: "Don't let go!"

Kai: "You think I don't know that?" → "Myślisz, że chciałem Cię puścić?" (You think I wanted to let you go?)

• Pythor: "For I have awakened you!"→ "Gdyż to ja obudziłem Cię ze snu stuleci!" (For I have awakened you from centuries-long dream!)

13. The Day of the Great Devourer | Dzień Pożeracza Światów

• 'Take Back Ninjago' is translated to 'Obrońcy Ninjago' (Protectors of Ninjago)

And that's it for season 1! At the time of writing this, this one takes the most space in my notebook (I'm starting season 4), with total of six A5 pages (keep in mind that not every single note I made gets here. Sometimes I combine them into one paragrath (like with inconsistencies), or decide they're not worth mentioning after all.) The Pilots took only two pages.

Next up is Legacy of the Green Ninja, which I may or may not combine with Rebooted, given how little notes I've taken for season 3.

#ninjago #ninjagoPL dub #ninjago dubbing #polish dubbing #ninjago season 1 #ns1 #ninjago rise of the snakes #translations #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago serpentine #mlydo posts #mlydo talks

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amethystsoda · 3 years

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rating nicknames/pet names in reader-insert fics:

I got tagged in this post by @lostinthe-jojos and @angry-geese !! ty both, you are gems <3

Mommy/Daddy: nooooo this makes me so uncomfortable bc my mother calls herself mommy and my dad daddy so it's just very very weird for me -100/10

Darling: YEs, but in a flirty way 8/10

Slut/Whore: pls don't ;w; I am babie and don't like degrading stuff at all -100/10

Baby: yes casually, or "babe" I think it's cute and endearing 10/10

Love: depending on the moment, yessss, like saying "Hi love~" when your s/o has been working hard and they look up at you and melt ;w; 9/10

Bae: hHAHAHA not spoken, but only allowed bc of my joke for Rohan's last name (KishiBAE) 5/10 to be neutral

Kitten: doesn't really interest me, pet ones are just meh 2/10 (unless I was wearing cat ears or something and it was teasing?? it just doesn't interest me as a nickname)

Puppy: 2/10

Cow: pls I'm already plus sized, I don't need reminded (unless I'm in cow print lingerie, then maybe??? just pls don't use it like name calling) 0/10

Bunny: 2/10

Princess: as a kid I liked princess, but now I hate it bc of the weird connotations 🤢🤢3/10

Sweetie: only plus side to this is Doctor Who with River Song's "Hello Sweetie" so 6/10

Sweetheart: YESSSSS idk this one is so affectionate when it's said properly 9/10

Dear: this one seems more sarcastic usually, but a solid basic petname 6/10

Honey: depends on context, but can be cute 7/10

Baby girl: NO pls no. baby, yes, but baby girl, no. 0/10

Kitty cat: this does nothing for me 0/10

Sweet girl: idk makes me feel like a child, not my thing. 1/10

Sweet thing: I would burst out laughing if someone called me this 1/10

Gorgeous: PLEASE I CRAVE AFFECTION AND AFFIRMATION 9/10

Little mouse: not feeling it. I'm not little. And mouse doesn't fit my personality 1/10

Pretty girl: ok this one hits different, like I've felt lowkey not pretty as a plus size person all my life, so someone saying I'm pretty is just 😳😳💕8/10

Tagging: @dongiovannaswife @sunshine-shitposts @giogio-gucci-gangstar @abbacchios-sunflower @pensivespecter @eru-lloyd @my-name-is-milk @anasuisprisonwife (if you want to *mwah* )

#tag game #degradation cw #pet names #nicknames

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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months

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Lloyd is number 1 on my wishlist for Christmas

I think you’re the one that’s number one on his wishlist. He needs a new kitty cat for his cage 😏

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lloydskywalkers · 4 years

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this is probably like...150 percent nOT what you were looking for when you asked this, but i can only write so much Garmadad Angst per month, and i’m saving the rest for angst week :’( also two paragraphs into this i remembered Bragi mentioning that Garmadon is able to shapeshift into about anything he wants, and my brain seized on that and ran a little too wild, so the result is!! probably crack, but i had fun with it :’D

Garmadon means to leave the boy in peace. Truly, he does, because leaving the boy in peace means that Garmadon gets peace, as he won’t have anyone to go hurling accusations at him with pathetically teary eyes at any given moment. It also means he doesn’t have to deal with the infuriating mess of…feelings…that always seem to go hand in hand with the boy. If Garmadon had any sense, he’d head as far from the boy as he possibly can and forget about him entirely, and everyone’s life would be vastly improved on the whole.

If Garmadon had any sense. And if those infuriating, truly hellish feelings ever stopped making an appearance whenever Garmadon’s thoughts drifted to the boy, which was unfortunately…often.

Infuriating, truly.

Perhaps Garmadon isn’t as sensible as he’d like to think he is, but he’s not selfless, either. So instead of sparing the boy’s peace any thought, perhaps he directs his efforts to tracking the boy down. And perhaps, instead of trying to banish the boy from his brain, he mentally marks where the boy tends to show up outside his brother’s ugly monastery. Perhaps he begins to use his Oni-given shifting abilities to blend in rather than stand out, for the sole purpose of tailing the boy. It’s only for Garmadon’s selfish reasons.

Because — because this is a selfish errand, of course. If Garmadon can’t have any peace, then the boy doesn’t get any either. It’s clean-cut reasoning, no sentiment behind it.

He doesn’t want to be caught, however, under any circumstances. The idea of having to explain himself — or worse, endure the boy’s annoying yelling again — is almost enough to turn Garmadon away entirely. But the pathetic, disgusting need to figure out what the boy’s supposed to be to him has taken control now, so Garmadon throws caution to the wind.

Well, not entirely. He’s not a shapeshifter for nothing. He simply…needs to figure out how to use that to his advantage, first. He’s been using his favored form — a hulking, dark wolf with teeth that could tear a human in half. Garmadon’s been quite satisfied with it, as any tiny human he’s run into flees screaming at the sight, but he’s beginning to think the form is not, perhaps, the best one for tailing the boy. He’s trying to be inconspicuous, and that’s rather difficult when the red ninja charges him with his hands on fire in a misguided attempt to keep him from tearing the Green Ninja’s throat out.

Which is not Garmadon’s intent, obviously, but the fire ninja doesn’t know that, and it’s not as if Garmadon wants to admit what his real intent is. Tearing the boy’s throat out is at least a less humiliating endeavor to pretend he’s on.

Instead of snapping the red ninja up like a pint-sized snack, then, Garmadon begins to study the boy. After carefully observing him, and evading several more of the red ninja’s attempts to charbroil his demonic werewolf form, Garmadon comes to a conclusion. There is, undoubtedly, one form he can take that will not only throw off any suspicion, but ensnare the boy entirely to his whims.

To his dismay, the issue with this is that the boy has terrible taste.

**************

He tests his theory somewhere in the middle of his fourth week of observing stalking his boy. His new form is irritating, to say the least, as he’s only able to reach up to the humans’ kneecaps in it, but it does come in handy for slipping in and out of small spaces. He’s able to get much closer to the boy than he ever has before, practically trailing his heels through the open marketplace in the small village he’s in today.

What a fool, Garmadon thinks to himself, as the boy leans over with his hands braced on his knees, putting him eye level with the bright-eyed child who’s rambling at him. It’d be so easy to kill him right now, Garmadon could manage it in his sleep. He’s practically in danger of falling asleep as it is, listening to the boy blabber on to the child.

Blah blah blah, I bet you’d make an amazing ninja, blah blah blah, what utter sentimental garbage, Garmadon thinks haughtily. The boy is clearly lying through his teeth. This child would make a sub-par ninja at best, if he survived that long. Or perhaps his boy is looking to recruit cannon fodder, Garmadon muses. At any rate—

“Oh hey, a kitty!”

Garmadon’s eyes snap up to find the child’s stubby finger pointed directly at him. Before he can flee, the boy turns around as well, bright green eyes widening as they fix on him. For a moment, Garmadon fears the boy’s seen straight through him—

Then his lips curve into a smile, and he crouches down lower to offer a hand. “Hey, kitty,” the boy’s voice is disgustingly soft and gentle as he addresses him. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

Of course, Garmadon laughs to himself. The boy’s ensnared immediately, just as he’d thought. Ever the fool, his boy.

“You don’t have a collar or anything…are you homeless? I wonder if…”

What an idiot. Garmadon would be smirking if he could, relishing in how utterly oblivious the boy is. Honestly, what a—

“—and it’s been getting pretty cold out at night lately, so I think I can get away with bringing you home.”

—wait.

That’s all the warning Garmadon gets before the boy’s hands close around his middle, neatly scooping him up and trapping him firmly in his arms. Garmadon has a moment or two of sheer disbelief — of sheer fury, that this boy’s dared to handle him as such—

Before Garmadon remembers that he’s taken the form of a fluffy, scruffy cat, designed perfectly to capture his boy’s pathetic heart, and realizes he probably has no one to blame for this but himself.

**************

The boy is so revoltingly cheerful as he kidnaps Garmadon, he almost debates shifting into a bug and letting the boy step on him, just to put him out of his misery. It’d be more tolerable if the boy would talk about anything useful, but instead he’s just chattering away happily, like yanking some mangy cat off the street is the best thing that’s ever happened in his poor, miserable existence. On one hand, it’s a drastic change from the surly, angry way the boy normally glares at Garmadon, so at least there’s variety. On the other hand, Garmadon would almost rather the boy shout what a terrible person he is than deal with his infuriatingly sunny disposition.

He puts up with it until the boy gets him halfway up the steps of the monastery, at which point Garmadon finally remembers he’s got claws in this form — but by then it’s too late. The boy’s already gotten him this far, and Garmadon resigns himself to his fate as he’s taken inside his brother’s monastery, and immediately greeted by the rest of his irritating little ninja minions.

“Took you long enough, green machine, we almost ate without y— tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

“Um…it’s not what you think it is?” The boy seems entirely unapologetic as he ducks beneath the black ninja’s arm, darting behind the others.

The black ninja groans, and the water ninja speaks up instead. “What is this, the third time this month? Lloyd, you know what Sensei’s said.”

For a moment, Garmadon has a brief burst of hope that his brother has, in a roundabout way, done him a favor for once.

“Aw, c’mon,” the boy says, and Garmadon resists the urge to yowl as he clutches him tighter against his chest. It’s a tempting position, admittedly, as the boy’s neck is right there, nice and exposed. But Garmadon can also see the red ninja eyeing him from across the room, and he does prefer to be un-cooked.

“It’s cold out, and he was wandering all alone by himself!” the boy continues, his eyes plaintive. “I couldn’t just leave him.”

“You could’ve taken it to the shelter,” the blue ninja points out. The boy glares at him.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Jay.”

“You should be so lucky as to get my opinion.”

“I suppose a night wouldn’t hurt,” the white ninja finally speaks up, rubbing his temple. Garmadon spots the silver-haired nindroid girl behind him, utterly unconcerned with the situation as she taps at her phone. Garmadon decides he likes her best.

“I dunno, Lloyd,” the red ninja mutters, stalking over and glaring at the boy’s hands. “I mean, look, it basically tore your fingers to shreds! And you want to keep it?”

“I’m sure it was just scared,” the boy huffs, casually dabbing at one of the weeping cuts Garmadon managed to score along his hand with the edge of his gi. Garmadon wishes he could snort in this form. Scared. As if his boy is even remotely frightening.

“It’ll just be one night,” the boy continues, fixing the red ninja with his eyes. “Just one little night. Please?”

The red ninja’s expression contorts, and he heaves a sigh. “Yeah, sure. ‘One night’. Haven’t heard that one eighty times before.”

“I mean it this time,” the boy says, patting the red ninja on the shoulder as he triumphantly hauls Garmadon deeper into the monastery with him. To Garmadon’s despair, he catches the look on the red ninja’s face as he goes, that clearly says the boy is lying.

Well, this is a predicament, Garmadon muses. Looking at things pragmatically, though, he did want to get closer to the boy. And this way, he’ll at least have an excellent view into the ongoings of his brothers’ students’ lives. Not that he’s particularly interested, as all they’ve done so far is overcook two separate pots of rice and accidentally set a dishtowel on fire, but there could be…something, of use, for him to spy on eventually.

Or maybe not, Garmadon thinks in despair, as the blue ninja mistakenly zaps the toaster into oblivion, the black one yelping at him as the white one wearily puts out the ensuing fire.

With a tiny sigh, Garmadon instead watches as his boy sticks brightly-colored bandaids across the half-healing cuts on his hands, without the slightest damper to his sunny expression. He curls up on himself in disappointment. The boy is tougher to crack than he’d expected. Perhaps he should simply resign himself to enduring the next day or so. It can’t be that difficult to tolerate the boy until he’s free.

“I think I’m gonna call him Marbles, for now.”

Never mind. Garmadon’s going to kill him within the night.

**************

The boy survives the night, but only by the slimmest margin of Garmadon’s mercy. Most of this generosity is due to the passable bed the boy makes up for him, as opposed to dragging him into the ninja’s shared room. Had that been the case, Garmadon would have murdered all of them, but fate stayed her hand this time.

This doesn’t answer why Garmadon stays the next two nights as well, however. He tells himself it’s simply because he’s gathering what information he can about the ninja, observing their moves and uncovering their weaknesses. This excuse would probably hold more weight if Garmadon hadn’t napped straight through their practices, and if the only weakness he’s uncovered is that half the ninja can’t cook to save their lives. His boy can, as the food he sneaks Garmadon at least isn’t toxic. Of course, Garmadon’s also currently a cat, which could explain a thing or two, but he isn’t complaining. Yet.

All things considered, though, there’s really no excuse for why Garmadon hasn’t made his escape yet. He ponders this as he slips out the monastery doors late that night, shrugging off his cat form with a grimace, stretching his arms in mild discomfort. Holding a form this long isn’t painful, exactly — and holding the form of a cat is child’s play — but it does get uncomfortable after a while. Garmadon’s just stretching his lower right arm out, scowling as he does, when he hears a quiet intake of breath from behind him.

“Oh.”

Garmadon whirls around, only to come face to face with the nindroid girl, her green eyes wide and glowing in the darkness.

Ah, Garmadon thinks. This could pose a problem.

He stares back at her, momentarily lost. He’s taken a liking to the girl — Pixie, or something, he hasn’t cares much for their names. She’s quieter than the others, and a good deal more perceptive. She also knows how to keep to her own business, a valued trait Garmadon finds painfully lacking in this realm. Unfortunately, she also appears to be quite smart, given the way her eyes narrow on him.

He finally clears his throat, scrambling for anything that will free him from this mess. “Good evening,” he manages. “I was just — leaving, that’s all. Yes, leaving.”

The girl’s silvery hair glints in the moonlight as she tilts her head. “You know, I should tell Lloyd about you.”

Garmadon freezes, panic clouding his brain. A pang of regret sparks in him. Perhaps he’ll have to kill her after all.

“But,” she continues, her eyes gleaming. “Then I would have to deal with the fallout.”

Garmadon feels a flicker of hope.

“Also, by my calculations, it will be vastly more amusing to watch it all unfold,” the girl nods. “Very well. I will keep your secret.”

Well. That went better than he expected. He knew he liked the girl for a reason. Garmadon gives a sharp nod of thanks, and makes to hastily flee the scene before the girl’s voice stops him.

“Oh, and Lord Garmadon?”

There’s a flicker of some odd emotion at the title she’s given him, but Garmadon brushes it off, turning to meet her gaze.

“Hurt them and I’ll end you, of course.” Her voice grows glacial in the span of seconds, and Garmadon, warlord of infinite power and destruction, begins to think he might fear for his life.

“Duly noted,” he swallows.

The girl nods to herself, seemingly satisfied. She pauses, as if considering something, then speaks up again. “Not that I’ve said anything to you,” she says, carefully. “But Lloyd likes to sit out by the pond in the evenings, with the fish.”

Garmadon has no idea where the sudden rush of heat to his face comes from, but he most certainly does not appreciate it. He scowls at her. “Who’s Lloyd?” he snaps.

The girl gives a tiny, quiet sigh. “Someday,” she mutters to herself. “Someday, one of you will see sense.”

**************

Garmadon has no intention of taking the nindroid girl’s advice. He tells himself this, even as he snakes around the boy’s legs near the monastery pond that evening, eyeing him shrewdly. The boy appears a good deal more unguarded than he’s been, dangling his bare feet off the little bridge’s edge as he watches the fish swim. He brightens when he catches sight of Garmadon, making an odd clicking sound with his tongue as he gently pets the back of his head.

Garmadon forces himself to remember that he’s brought this on himself.

“Sneaking around again, huh?” the boy murmurs. Garmadon stiffens, caught off-guard. The boy’s expression is still relaxed and unguarded, though, so he must be rambling for the sake of talking again.

His boy is an odd one, Garmadon thinks, watching as he tosses tiny food flakes to the goldfish swimming lazily below them.

“I don’t blame you,” the boy continues. “It’s a nice evening to be out. Nothing’s on fire, this time.”

Garmadon doesn’t even want to know.

“I know you probably think I’m hiding again,” the boy sighs. “That’s what Kai’s been saying. But I’m not, really. I just — needed some space, you know? Last mission wasn’t…it wasn’t great.”

Garmadon’s head perks up in interest, his eyes gleaming. So the boy wants to spill information about their missions, does he? This is turning out better than he’d hoped.

Yes, Garmadon thinks gleefully, as the boy rambles on. Tell me all your secrets, you stupid boy. Tell me how I can finally defeat you entirely.

“I mean, it definitely could’ve been worse, like that one time with all the gasoline cans, but still…”

By the end of the hour, all Garmadon’s gathered is that the boy talks entirely too much. He’s apparently self-conscious of the way his eyes change color, but what is Garmadon supposed to do with that one? Make fun of him until his soul is crushed? Unlikely. The boy’s like an elusive bug, attempting to crush him doesn’t end well.

He also learns that the boy cares a good deal about his team, which Garmadon already knows. Everything else is just meaningless chatter, as Garmadon could care less about whatever girl’s left him with residual trauma this time. He does, however, also learn that the boy loves the little goldfish, which he can work with.

“—and I don’t want it to sound like I’m complaining! I’m not, really, but…but it’d just be nice to get a break every once in a while, you know?” The boy trails off with a sigh, scratching absently at one of his ears. Garmadon ignores him, eyeing the fish the boy’s just tossed an extra flake to and preparing to strike the blow.

The boy hums contently. “You know, you’re really not such a bad c— Marbles no, not the goldfish!”

It’s a close battle, but the boy manages to snatch him up before his jaws can close around the fish. Garmadon ends up dragged soaking wet from the koi pond by an equally soaking boy, his blond hair plastered all over his forehead as he scowls, wringing the edge of his gi out with one hand and firmly hauling Garmadon inside with the other. It’s a humiliating picture, he’s sure, but the satisfaction of hearing the boy yelp when Garmadon snatches his towel and runs helps slightly.

**************

Garmadon plans on leaving that night. He does, truly — all he’s gotten for his trouble so far is vague amusement from how idiotic his brother’s students can be, which, while entertaining, is far from useful. There’s nothing keeping him here but the infuriating mess of emotions he feels toward to the boy, like there’s some cursed connection between them, and Garmadon’s not supposed to be acknowledging the existence of that in the first place. So he makes a promise to himself to leave the monastery tonight and never look back. And he’s preparing to do just that, except he makes the fatal mistake of checking on the boy one last time.

He only means to sneer in his direction once more — or as best a cat can sneer — but instead he freezes, watching the boy sniffle quietly in his sleep.

Ah. He’s crying again. Garmadon frowns at the scene. The boy does seem to cry in his sleep quite often, doesn’t he. What does he even have to be crying about, anyways? Except perhaps the time Garmadon put him in a coma, but that was so long ago, surely the boy must’ve gotten over it by now. And granted, there was that time the boy seemed to die for a moment, but he’s clearly still alive, isn’t he?

It could, of course, just be that the boy’s crying about his friends — Garmadon doesn’t understand it, but like he’s seen, the boy cares an awful lot for them. And from what he remembers, the boy’s supposedly lost a few of them…twice now, was it? It’s not like Garmadon keeps up with them, but he knows the boy got them back. Really, he’s got nothing to be crying about at all, Garmadon thinks, haughtily.

The boy’s expression scrunches up in distress, looking the picture of misery where he’s half-tangled in blankets. This sparks an entirely foreign emotion in Garmadon’s cold soul, which he decides must be another level of disappointment in the boy. That doesn’t sound right, of course, because Garmadon is familiar with disappointment, and this emotion isn’t it, but—

Well, he’s not going to try and figure out what else it could be.

The boy sniffles miserably again, and Garmadon huffs in irritation. Digging his claws into the boy’s bedding, he hauls his cursedly tiny body onto the bed and gingerly picks his way across the tangled blankets, pausing to stare at the boy. Hm. Still crying. He ought to wake up sometime soon, Garmadon thinks, expression furrowing in concern. What if the boy’s so hopelessly pathetic that he cries enough to drown himself in his sleep? Garmadon can’t have that. They’ve still got unfinished business, and the boy can’t be killed by tears when Garmadon’s the only one with the right to that honor.

Deciding he has no other option, Garmadon pads his way onto the boy’s chest, leans over his face, and licks him on the nose.

The boy’s eyes snap open wide in alarm. He gives a muffled shriek, vaulting backwards as he flails wildly in panic. Garmadon is sent flying, but he’s awarded a perfect view of the way the boy accidentally slams into his own bedpost and goes sprawling to the floor.

Oh, but he wishes he could cackle properly in this form.

It takes the better part of an hour for the boy to convince his friends that he’s not being murdered in his sleep. It takes another half hour to convince them that he’s not in any overwhelming distress, and an additional quarter hour to convince the red ninja that he’s not lying. By the time the boy manages to get them back asleep enough for him to sneak out to the monastery rooftop, Garmadon is fully regretting not having left when he could. At least the open road would have been quiet enough to sleep on.

“Sorry about all that,” the boy apologizes, as he gently sets Garmadon down next to him on the roof. Garmadon sniffs haughtily. As if he’d accept any apology from the boy.

“I don’t normally react like that,” the boy continues, his voice soft and rasping. “Tonight was just — I mean, I don’t normally have nightmares like that.”

Garmadon may not know how the boy’s mind functions, but he knows when the boy is lying. The boy seems to realize it too, pulling his knees to his chest and crossing his arms over them, propping his chin up dejectedly. He’s quiet for a moment, and Garmadon yawns, tail drifting lazily over the rooftop where he sits beside the boy.

After a while, the boy shifts, sitting cross-legged instead as his hands play anxiously with the edge of his nightshirt.

“I guess I just—” The boy cuts off, taking a sharp breath before starting back up again.

“I thought they’d stop, you know?” he mumbles. “Once I got far enough. I mean, I can’t — I can’t have nightmares about it forever, right?”

The boy’s voice cracks in desperation, and he swallows thickly. “If it was — if it was just her, I could maybe — but it’s him, too, and I—”

The boy buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shuddering. Despite his better judgement, Garmadon pads quietly up to him, carefully placing his head atop the boy’s knee. The boy gives a shuddery exhale, pulling his hands from his face. He gives Garmadon a watery smile, reaching a gentle hand toward him again.

“Anyways, I’m sorry I knocked you off the bed. You’re a good listener, for a cat,” the boy says quietly, stroking behind his ear. Garmadon resists making a face.

Stupid boy. Stupid boy and his pathetic emotions, making Garmadon feel like he should stay. He really ought to make sure the boy hasn’t taken up witchcraft as a part time hobby. That would explain things, at least. It would certainly make more sense than Garmadon caring for his boy, or some ridiculous nonsense like that.

…the boy. Not his boy, that would be—

Well, actually, Garmadon muses. That doesn’t sound entirely off. Perhaps, in time, he might—

No, no, no. Before Garmadon can lose his mind entirely, he straightens up, opens his jaws, and snaps down tightly on the boy’s finger.

The boy barely even flinches, giving a weary sigh as he tugs Garmadon away instead, pressing his finger against the edge of his nightshirt. Oh, Garmadon despises him.

**************

“I do, odd robot girl, I truly despise him,” Garmadon gestures furiously, when he’s back in his normal form again. The nindroid girl watches him with blank, unblinking green eyes. “I don’t understand the slightest thing about him. How did I lose to this boy?”

“He’s a decent fighter, when he tries,” the girl shrugs.

Garmadon glares at her. “That isn’t my problem!” he hisses. “I don’t know why I’m still here.”

The girl eyes him, carefully. “Then leave.”

Garmadon opens his mouth, then shuts it tightly. He crosses all four arms, trying to find a response that won’t make him sound foolish. The girl snorts, rolling her eyes.

“Here’s an idea,” she says. “How about, instead of stalking your estranged son in the form of a domestic house pet, you have a normal conversation with him instead. As yourself.”

Garmadon scoffs. “That’s the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard,” he sneers. “If he sees me walking up with a sword he’ll attack me immediately.”

The nindroid rolls her eyes again, which Garmadon would take severe offense to if she wasn’t in a position to blow his cover at any moment. “Then don’t bring a sword?”

“You make no sense,” Garmadon frowns. “What am I supposed to fight him with, then?”

The girl blinks at him, long and slow, then pinches the bridge of her nose. “FSM, help me,” she murmurs.

“And even if I get past that, what am I supposed to say to him, anyways?” Garmadon demands. “I put him in a coma once, should I just gloss over that?”

“Perhaps avoid bringing it up quite as much, if you know what’s good for you,” she clips tightly. She sighs, seemingly steadying herself. “I’ve heard they make cards.”

Garmadon tilts his head. “For putting someone in a coma?”

The girl looks as if she’d like to put herself in a coma. Or him, Garmadon can’t quite tell.

“…maybe a cake, instead?”

Perhaps they’d both be better off in a coma, Garmadon thinks despairingly.

“I can’t go on like this,” he finally says. “I can’t live the rest of my life as the boy’s cat. I’d sooner end myself. If I’m going to…confront him, I have to abandon this form."

“You can’t just disappear,” the nindroid girl tells him, sternly. “You’ll break Lloyd’s heart.”

“If I continue to remain in this form, I’m going to break a lot more than that,” Garmadon retorts.

The girl sighs, rubbing her temples briefly. “Aright, fine. I am going to have a friend,” she says. “That suddenly is in desperate, longing need of a cat. This request will coincidentally come right as Sensei Wu sends the ninja out on a week-long mission. Lloyd will be disappointed, but common sense should ensure that he does not break his heart over the loss.”

She pauses, her eyebrows furrowing. “I hope.”

“Very well, then,” Garmadon nods. “I will conveniently disappear, and decide the best course of action for exchanging words with the boy. And I will…consider leaving my sword behind.”

“FSM help me,” the girl mutters again. Garmadon takes that as distinct approval for his plan, and begins to make his escape, basking in the relief of leaving his ridiculous cat form behind.

Hm. He pauses. His boy will be quite disappointed to find his cat vanished. He’ll probably shed more useless tears over it, actually. Not that Garmadon feels any guilt over that, but he does feel an uncomfortable kind of twist in his gut, that might vaguely resemble regret.

He turns back to the girl, hesitating. She looks at him curiously. “Make sure the boy doesn’t drown himself in his sleep,” Garmadon tells her. “He tends to cry a lot.”

The girl’s mouth falls open, and she blinks rapidly. “I — alright.”

Garmadon nods to himself, satisfied. Now, he can take his leave in peace. He has a conversation to plan.

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In the end, Garmadon has no earthly idea why he’s taking some nindroid’s advice. It’s terrible advice, really, and yet here he is, on his brother’s monastery doorstep, without even an apology cake in hand.

So he didn’t take her advice entirely, perhaps. He’s not in his cat form, at least. No, this time he’s determined to confront the boy face to face, and no longer being shorter than the boy will greatly improve matters.

Steeling himself, Garmadon knocks gingerly on the monastery door, feeling rather foolish. Smashing the doors in with a blast of purple power would be much more to his liking, but he suspects that might not be the best way to approach the boy. Not unless he’s looking to get yelled at, again.

The quiet sound of footsteps echoes from beyond the walls, and the doors finally swing open. Garmadon is met with the familiar features of his boy, now properly half his height, where he belongs. Excellent, Garmadon thinks. This will make things much simpler.

“Ah, good,” he greets him. “It’s you.”

The boy looks as if he's been frozen on the spot. He stares at Garmadon with his mouth half-open, his hand paused on the door handle. Garmadon frowns at him.

“Is something wrong with your face?” Come to think of it, the boy’s eyes do look terribly wide. Perhaps he’s been poisoned? Garmadon wouldn’t doubt it, with how careless the boy can be.

The boy makes a strangled sound, and his hand falls limply from the doorknob. “I-I-you—” He cuts off, shaking his head and blinking, as if Garmadon is a mirage. “You’re…here. You’re here?”

“Yes,” Garmadon’s frown deepens. “Obviously.”

The boy stares at him for another beat, before jerking himself back into motion. “Oh, r-right,” he stammers, knitting his hands together anxiously. He looks half as if he wants to run for his sword, and half as if he wants to run himself through with his sword. “You, uh, can I…was there something? You needed? Is something wrong?”

The boy’s expression suddenly dissolves into panic. “Wait, they’re not back, are they?” he asks frantically. “The Oni? Because I thought we—”

“What? No, the Oni aren’t back, don’t be ridiculous,” Garmadon rolls his eyes. “You’re as dramatic as your uncle.”

“I, um, okay.” The boy looks frustrated with himself. Garmadon figures he has reason to, with how his mouth seems to be malfunctioning. Normally the boy is much better at stringing words together. Garmadon dismisses the concern, speaking up again.

“You’re also very annoying,” he tells him, bluntly.

The boy blinks, looking taken aback. Garmadon continues before he can form a retort. “See, I should’ve just killed you, and then you wouldn’t be so annoying, but the thing is, I don’t really want to kill you.”

The boy gives an odd, choking cough. Garmadon hopes he hasn’t actually been poisoned, as it’s looking more likely by the second. He decides to hurry on with his point, just in case.

“Yes, it’s quite irritating. Do you have any idea why that might be?”

“Why you — why you don’t…want to kill me?”

“No, weren’t you listening?” Garmadon snaps. He pauses, considering. “Well, yes, that too. But what I meant was if you knew why I feel like I’m connected to you.”

“Con-connected,” the boy repeats, slowly. Something painfully hopeful bursts across his expression, before he violently wrestles it back to careful caution. “You…feel connected, to me?”

“That’s what I just said,” Garmadon huffs. “Are you sure you’re listening? It seems like you aren’t.”

“No, I am, I just—” The boy rubs a hand across his face, looking slightly dizzy. “I, um. Okay, connected. Well, I mean,” the boy swallows, staring intently at the ground. “I wa—am, kind of, your son.” The last bit comes out in a whisper, and Garmadon barely catches it. He pauses, mulling that over.

“Yes, you’re right,” Garmadon admits. “I do suppose that could have something to do with it.”

The boy makes another strangled sound, as if his brain has broken. Perhaps it’s not poison, and he’s taken too many hits to the head again? If that’s the case, Garmadon should probably come back later, when the boy can think straight. Or at least form a full sentence.

“Well, this has been very enlightening,” he remarks, brusquely. “I’ll be leaving now.”

“O-oh,” the boy’s expression falls.

“Yes, I’ve had a long week,” Garmadon continues. “We will have to continue our conversation another time.”

The boy’s eyes go wide, his mouth falling open. It’s becoming a common expression on him, Garmadon observes. “W-we will?”

Garmadon nods. “Within the next week or two, at latest.”

The boy’s making that strangled sound again. Garmadon really should be on his way, so the boy can fix whatever’s gone wrong with him. “Goodbye, then,” he says shortly, before stalking away. He gets about three steps down before that odd feeling hits him again, and Garmadon hesitates, warring with himself. He finally sighs, turning back around.

“Oh, and boy,” he calls. “Go to bed earlier. Or at least stop waiting until you’re asleep to cry. It can be dangerous, you know.”

The boy makes a wheezing sound, like he’s been punched, and his eyes all but leave his head with how wide they are. Garmadon returns to making his way down the steps, confident in the knowledge that he has, at least, imparted some wisdom.

He does glance back one last time at the boy, and immediately has to bite back a laugh. The boy opens his mouth once, fails to make any sound, then slumps back against the door frame, sinking to the doorstep with his head in his hands, staring blankly at the ground like it’s hit him in the face with a shovel.

“Hey Lloyd, did you find out who was at the do — woah, Lloyd, are you okay?!”

Garmadon doesn’t restrain the laugh this time, shaking his head. Ah, he might be a soft-hearted fool, but his boy is quite the amusing one.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #garmadon #lloyd garmadon #everyone else is there too but mainly them #oh and pixal #do not ask me why my first instinct was to write 'garmadon disguises as cat'#bc i have no answer ghdnkfjg #my fic #answered

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Lloyd is such a piece of work! The girl can't even have her weekend off. I feel the pain, Bee, I do. Working weekends ruins everything.

Tho I love how Lloyd got her there under the pretense of taking notes. I mean... Please. The others don't have their assistants with them either 🧐

And the smiley face undies! Bee has all kinds of cute, silly panties I just know it. Pastel ones with bunnies and unicorns and ice cream and maybe some with flowers- Lloyd would make her throw them all away if he ever got a look into her underwear drawer.

I kinda want the other guys to make a move on Bee (which goes right over her head) to piss off Lloyd, but I'm scared what he will do to her if that happens. So if we can't have that, we can at least have Bee being her savagely quit witted self and absolutely - and more or less unintentionally - destroying Lloyd's big bad wolf reputation by talking back to him how she does.

Ugh she's living both my nightmare and my dream. Lloyd is awful and of course he coulda just golfed and fucked with Court on his own but no he needs to torment everyone, including Bee.

And she definitely has the most varied assortment of underwear. I'm think cherries and kitty cats and daisies.

I think the other guys will appreciate that Bee is so sunny meanwhile you have the storm that is Lloyd Hansen being a poor sport.

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Hi so I really liked the bunny hybrid au that you wrote and I know Lloyd isn't too fond of cats but I really need a cat hybrid!reader x master!lloyd where he's always rough with her during sex (pulling her ears/tail, calling her 'stupid kitty' and really just manhandling her) also he makes her wear a collar and she calls him master all of the time

You can take your time too it's ok

NEW FIC TONIGHT ?? ME THINKS YES HEHE🥳🥳

#icfh party #lloyd hansen #cat hybrid!reader #stupid kitty ask

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whitmerule · 4 years

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Jacob Brent’s commentary part 1 - transcript

Here’s a link to the audio.

There is no video because he took the video down almost at once in order to post a new one when it died the first time. Fortunately I’d been recording the audio on my phone, so we still have his comments for these early sections, including talking about Gillian a bit, stanning Michael Gruber and Ken Page, getting excited when Fergus Logan entered the comments section, and - my favourite - giving his version of the backstory of Demeter.

I haven’t transcribed every word, especially where he was mostly explaining what was going to happen or fiddling around with the tech, but all the good bits are here. Or just the moments when he was being cute. Timestamps are to the audio file - he doesn’t start playing the movie until about 10 minutes in.

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1:29 - Okay, so, here’s my plan tonight! I hope to give you some inside scoop on Cats and I hope that I’m able to tell you the story - everyone’s always like ’THERE IS NO STORY TO CATS!’ Well, I’m telling you there is and we’re going to find it out tonight. It’s going to be great.

2:50 - Okay, Cats! I’m going to tell you a little story then we’ll start, because I know we’re all ready to start. I was in the show - I came into the show in 1993. I was doing another Andrew Lloyd Webber show called Starlight Express in Las Vegas. And I loved that show, and I was moving to New York and I called up Tara Rubin, who’s a huge casting director. It wasn’t weird because I just didn’t know any better. And I said, 'look, I’d be just fabulous for Cats and you should see me'. I didn’t really say it with that much attitude! But there happened to be an audition that week so I went to it, and it was one of those old-school auditions that happen on the stage. So it was me and like ten other people. They needed an immediate replacement and we just danced and sang, dance, sang, sang, sang, then we danced some more and danced some more, and it was one of those long auditions and - I just kept staying. They just kept ringing up my name, and I was like, 'I can’t believe that I’m still staying!' And long story short, I was on 54th between 8th and 9th and my phone rang, and it was Tara Rubin saying 'Congratulations, you’ve got the Broadway show!' And from that moment I knew my life had changed forever. And it was something that nobody could take away from me. So that’s how it started…

4:50 - Cut to a couple of years later, Cats is breaking the record for the longest-running Broadway show, surpassing Chorus Line which had run forever and ever and ever. So we did that show, and that was amazing - oh, I can’t even tell you. That night, that’s a whole other podcast or vlog for that night. But a lot of my kitties were there, my fellow kitties that were in that company with me, so that’s very exciting. And at the party Gillian Lynne and Trevor Nunn were sitting at a table and they explained that they were going to make this movie and asked me that night to be in the movie, they wanted me to play Mistoffelees. And I just thought ‘that’s so nice, thank you so much,' and I was very gracious, and - [Fergus Logan turns up in the chat] FERGUS! FERGUS LOGAN! Fergus! I’m getting to you! I’m getting to you, you’re coming up! - that’s another cat, another cat from the movie’s here!

So they asked me to be in the movie, and I thought - yeah right. The history is that no Broadway people ever get the movie… So I thought, they’re never going to get me, they’re going to get someone else, someone fancy. Long story short, two months later six months later? I got a phone call saying ‘we need you in London to start filming the film’. And I thought oh my gosh, I got it, this is happening… and I thought, well, I’m still doing the Broadway show. So I called my producers and said ‘hey, I just got asked to be in this movie, can I get out of the show?’ and they were like 'yeah, we’ll let you out, we all have the same boss so it’s all taken care of'. So that was kind go fun.

So I found myself on a plane flying over, I got there in the middle of the night, totally jet lagged, and I remember Gillian Lynne… she just had rehearsal with me the second I landed. And it was basically three in the morning for me and there I was doing the Mistoffelees dance. And I did it, and she said 'Right then, let’s go again.' (People from London, please excuse my British accent, I’ll try to refrain from doing too much of it.) And then we just danced. And she danced me so much that day I thought I was going to fall down. But I knew what she was doing and at the end of it she was like, 'Right then.' She was breaking that jet lag out of me. And so we had to do that. And I really thanked her for that and she really pushed me in just… every little detail. When you’re doing it for stage that’s one thing, but when you’re documenting this for life, and then - twenty-some years later you’re watching it on YouTube with other people, you want it to be perfect. So that’s what we did.

8:40 - We shot it for - I believe it was three months? There’s a lot of stories. I recall being there for three months. We rehearsed for a month then we shot it for like two months. It was ridiculous that it was a twelve- to sixteen-camera shoot? all at the same time - Fergus, you know this, other people know this that can maybe chime in if you remember this - how long did we shoot this thing for? And we did the show like four times through all the way through, then we did weeks of pick-ups and close-ups using steadycam and getting in there, getting the story, trying to carve out the story that -and how to make the show on film! There hadn’t been many Broadway shows that were filmed. I grew up watching Into the Woods and Sunday in the Park with George and I wore out those VHSes. But they were really just a wide shot and some close-ups of the stage and set and that was it. And we were trying to do a new thing, so it was very exciting…

10:00 - Now we’re doing this… okay! Here we go. AAH WHERE’S MY CURSOR. Okay!

11:41 (Overture, with the cat eyes animation) - So this is fun. In the show right here we would run out in the audience with these things called green-eyes: little light-up eyes that went over your wig, and we would run through the audience and shine the light on them and it was fun, because you could kind of scare the audience - they weren’t expecting it! And I thought this was a very clever way that they translated that moment in the theatre onto film. (The film keeps jumping a little - is it too bad? I think maybe I just have a lot of stuff running. OH NO WHY DID IT STOP… MAYDAY. Let’s try again.)

13:05 - (I don’t know, I'm trying to figure it out. If this keeps happening we’ll figure out something else.) This overture is amazing. It’s just… great. And now we get this amazing set… (This is going to irritate me. Is it jumping for you guys?) Look at that line. Look at that line.

14:20 - Okay, so what just happened is… we saw the cat Demeter. The character Demeter. Demeter has been stolen or kidnapped by Macavity. How will you know this? You don’t, but I’m telling you. This is the backstage pass right here. She’s been kidnapped by Macavity. She knows that tonight is the night the Jellicles meet and if she escapes from Macavity tonight she has a chance of going to this other tribe and asking them to protect her. So tonight is the night. So this is her.

14:55 - This is our fearless leader Munkustrap, played by the amazing Michael Gruber. Is he just not…? I mean, look at that. Come on. Broadway, right there.

15:12 - (I know, it’s jumpy on here, I think I might have to change. We’ll get through the opening then maybe we’ll change.)

15:36 - Simple… This is one of the most amazing opening numbers I think, because the audience is like… what is going on???

16:10 (at the appearance of Ken Page) - [clapping] Come on! Legend, legend everyone!

16:36 - The twins, Tantomile and Coricopat…. Ah! Jenny! …. [gasps a bit when Mistoffelees appears] … There’s Fergus everyone! Look at that!

17:10 - Well that’s weird. Watching me watch it.

17:35 - Sorry, I’ll get back to the story, I’m just trying to figure out technically what’s going on.

18:12 - (Pyramid) I love that part. Oh my god I used to love it - running up that tyre - oh, see, I was a little late there, because I forgot what was supposed to happen. Go back and watch. [It’s the lunge on ‘Can you as cats do begin with a C?’]

Yes. Grand opera. We were given the thing to be grand.

18:50 - So, the reason why the boot falls is that we’re supposed to be in a junkyard next to an apartment building or a tenement building and all these cats are caterwauling out there and someone’s suppose to throw their shoe out the window… It was good, it was always good on Broadway because I knew we had the audience when they laughed at the boot, and I thought ‘oh, this is going to be a fun night’. If they didn’t laugh at the boot I was like ‘oh, okay’ - and then if there was another place where there’d be no response I’d be like, ‘this is gonna be a looong night’.

19:50 ('Life to the everlasting cat') - This music is amazing. And high. People don’t realise how high Cats is. It is written so high. These close-ups, this makeup… this makeup is just amazing.

20:20 ('Jellicles old and Jellicles new') - Yes! Gillian Lynne used to say ‘speak with your bum there!’ So you’d have to go around and speak with your bum….

Jetée circle…

20:47 ('Practical cats' etc) - So I did the group four on Broadway but in the film I was in group two. Not sure why, it just happened. I love all this language. All these words are so fun to sing.

('jelliCLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATS!') Okay, here it is - BROADWAY! Yes! And you can pop the head - so good!

21:44 - ('A man who’s not heard of a Jellicle cat') So here’s what’s happening in the beginning. We come out, we say we’re Jellicle cats, we’re here… this first part is supposed to be very confrontational to the audience. ‘We’re cats m were better than you, we’re better than humans - what, you don’t know what a Jellicle cat is?’ So we have this whole opening number that is basically 'okay, you’ve come into our junkyard and we will allow you to sit here for the rest of the night but you have to sit here and be quiet. And don’t move, don’t disrupt. Then we ask the question 'what’s a Jellicle cat?' And now we’re going to tell you what a Jellicle cat is - they must have three different names. And I love this part because you can really see the makeup.

22:58 (in reply to a comment): It is, yes. It is intended to break the fourth wall. And on Broadway we used to go out into the audience and do this - find someone and stare them down!

(livestream dies)

(Continued in part 2!) (then part 3 for Tugger’s song)

#jacob brent #commentaries #cats the musical #demeter #fergus logan

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