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ninjastudioart · 11 months

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Sleep Schedule

Zane was a curious person. Or, a curious Nindroid rather. But he always liked to learn more about people. And his latest object of study was their newest member. Lloyd.

Of course, he never got much out of their conversations (if you could call them that.) All he had gotten from speaking was that Lloyd liked animals, training, and NOT being annoyed. (Zane was pretty sure the last one had been some kind of warning but he couldn't be sure.)

So he watched. Now, even that wasn't the easiest. Zane was pretty sure Lloyd had a sixth sense that told him when he was being even glanced at. Or maybe it was paranoia? Either way, he would notice, and usually he would stop what he was doing or be less focused.

But Zane had gotten one thing. Lloyd never sleeped.

Now, never was a strong word. Zane knew his sleeping ranged from none to at most 5-6 hours. But on average he probably only slept for 1-2 hours. Not ideal, especially for someone who was as active as Lloyd.

At first Zane had assumed it was his element, but that was proven wrong when he watched Lloyd pass out from exhaustion (Zane had noted it as syncope triggered by exhaustion, right next to Lloyd's syncope triggered by intense emotions) So he needed some degree of sleep.

So he kept making notes, eventually coming up with a few theories/ beliefs based on what he had seen.

The first was insomnia. Lloyd clearly suffered from both depression and anxiety, not to mention his heavy tobacco usage from the cigarettes he constantly used and the drinking he did occasionally. It was very possible he also suffered from insomnia.

The second was strange to Zane. Nightmares. He didn't know why, since Lloyd was a 19 year old man, but he seemed to have frequent nightmares that left him panicked and almost dazed. When he'd wake up, it was like he was somewhere else, unaware of his surroundings for a few seconds. He was almost certain Lloyd had experienced sleep paralysis as well, but couldn't be 100% certain.

Lloyd was also a light sleeper, and quite literally slept with one eye open. Not always, but he had seen that rather disturbing phenomenon a few times. He had also seen Lloyd wake at what should have been nothing. He remembered when Jay had tried to sneak up and put whipped cream on Lloyd's hand, he was met with a knife and a Lloyd who seemed ready to murder. He didn't of course....but Jay certainly got close (funnily enough, AFTER Lloyd had realized it was him. Zane admittedly found it funny to watch Jay screech and yell as Lloyd chased him down on all fours.) But it had been a notable point. Zane assumed it was paranoia related, since he would sleep better if he felt "safe" (which usually entailed cuddling up to one of the other ninja)

It was concerning to say the least. And strange since Lloyd always encouraged them to be healthy but took little care of himself. So Zane did what anyone without a sense of privacy does. Decided to ask him outright.

Zane stepped outside, gaze sweeping the Bounty's deck. And his eyes fell on his target. Lloyd, who as usual, was training.

Zane would have stepped up, but to be honest he really wanted to watch Lloyd train. The way he moved, how his sword seemed to barely touch the targets, how he moved so swiftly with precision, never making a sound as his legs carried him across the make-shift course. Zane admired it, how easily he rolled and ducked. How swiftly he could disable each target. Zane could see each year of work and dedication, and it was impressive. Especially compared to basically everything the ninja did.

But the show was over soon. Lloyd's body tensed, his ears swiveling back almost imperceptibly to listen. Zane knew Lloyd realized he was there. So, he walked up.

"Heya Lloyd!!" The lanky man swung around, sword blace directed at Zane's throat (or where his throat would be.) But after realizing who it was, the sword dropped with his arm.

"Oh, it's you...uh, hey Zane." Lloyd moved to the side, making Zane worried he would leave. But he relaxed as Lloyd placed the sword in it's sheath, grabbing a towel and a bottle of water. He dabbed at his head, Zane watching as he moved to pick a splinter off his cheek from one of the targets.

"So, uh, can I help you? Or did you want to use the course." Lloyd's breaths were already slow, but he looked just as tired. He had been out here for at least 2 hours, probably training the whole time.

"No no. I just wanted to ask you a question!" Now he had to be careful, smooth, make sure he didn't make Lloyd on edge.

"Why don't you ever sleep?" Nice.

Lloyd coughed, the water he'd been drinking becoming the enemy of his throat. He hacked for a second, eyes slightly watering. After gaining his composure, he looked directly at Zane.

"What?" Zane was fairly sure he was just feigning ignorance, but decided to explain in case he really didn't know/

"You never sleep. Well, not never, but not enough. I just wanted to know why!" Zane said it casually, but Lloyd was already fiddling with his hands, the towel, the bottle cap. He cleared his throat.

"I-uh, I sleep at home.."

"No you don't. We've been to your house, and even when we aren't you always seem tired." Lloyd bit his lip, eyes darting away.

"You're...right. You're right. I-it's just..I'm an insomniac. Nothing to worry about. Really, I'm fine.." Lloyd moved to leave, reaching for the door.

"Go to bed, we have to get up early."

"Why do you wake up scared?" Lloyd tensed, hand gripping the sliding door hard enough to bend it.

Zane wanted to continue, but a growl cut him off as he tried to reach out and touch Lloyd's shoulder.

"Go. To. Bed." The way he said it, it made it clear that this discussion was over. And Zane dropped his hand, watching Lloyd duck into the door. He sighed, and decided to just go back to their room.

Lloyd sat outside again, having went to the opposite side of the ship. He clutched a cigarette in his left hand, the smoke rising up and dissipating into the night. He leaned on the rail, head resting in his right hand, claws tapping his scalp.

He stared across the water, eyes catching each movement of the fish and plants that danced just below the surface. His face was largely blank. Until tears started to drip down his sallow cheeks, fiery and burning bright in the dark atmosphere.

He felt guilty for one. Zane didn't deserve to be treated like that. He was just being a good "friend" and showing concern. He was being polite. But he couldn't...he didn't know how to admit why he didn't sleep. Why he woke in panics. He didn't want to talk about the nightmares, the memories. That was a better term. They were nightmares because they had been nightmares when they happened.

He didn't want to tell, but that didn't make him feel better. He could have at least told Zane he didn't want to talk about it. But he had been an asshole instead. As usual...

Nya yawned as she left the bathroom, smiling when she saw Zane push a cup of coffee towards her. He had made pancakes, a far better breakfast than whatever the hell Cole had cooked yesterday.

"Thanks Z! This looks great, unlike someone else's cooking." Cole glowered at her, sipping from a mug with teddy bears on the sides.

"Not a word Nya."

The ninja talked and laughed, waiting for Wu to announce that training was starting. They had a special exercise today, and they were curious.

Zane talked with them, chatting as he sipped hot cocoa instead of coffee, both him and Jay sharing the sweeter drink. He enjoyed this, and he was excited to start training.

He suddenly caught a dark figure in the corner of his eye, realizing it was Lloyd. He was in his shinobi suit, minus the mask at the moment. Strange, since he never trained in it.

"Hey Lloyd, what's with the drip?" Nya commented as she swiveled around to look at their leader. Cole jokingly whistled, earning only an eyeroll.

"You don't usually train in that?" Jay commented, watching as Lloyd slid a sword into his back-sheath.

"I'm not training with you guys today. I gotta message last night, so I'm heading out. I'll probably be back late on Tuesday."

"It's Saturday," Kai commented as he stretched his back, "why so long?"

"Lloyd just tapped his lips, telling them that it wasn't something he could share. Nya pouted.

"Aww, just a little bit? At least tell us where you're going!" She pleaded, batting long eyelashes.

"Loose lips sink ships." Lloyd did smile a bit, amused by her curiosity.

"See ya guys when I get back. Have fun, you'll probably enjoy todays exercise." With that, he grabbed his mask, tied it around his head, and jumped through an open window towards where they kept the horses.

"I wish he'd use the doors. I have them for a reason." Wu walked out, scaring the crew since it seemed he had just appeared.

"Spinjitzu master Wu, stop doing that!" Jay commented as he held his chest.

"Get ready all of you, we're travelling somewhere for todays lesson."

The ninja quickly washed their dishes, placing them in their cabinets, and went to their rooms.

Zane pulled on his gloves, and reached for his bag. It was then he noticed a note, with pristine cursive handwriting in blue ink. A small tear sat on the corner of one page, oulined with a puddle of ink.

I'll tell you everything when I get back. -Green

#ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago au #ninjago hc #ninjago zane #ninjago writing #ninjago fanfiction

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xxbun-artxx · 9 months

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question if you want to answer, in your rewrite, what do you headcanon the Ninja's ages to be? Throughout the series.

In all of my works [except the movie] be it drawing, meme or rewrite:

the og 4 ninja are teens roughly 15 in season 1-7 with Cole bing the oldest at 17 (yes i am aware zane's ancient but for the sake of instances consistency he'll be treated like the others age wise) in s8 onwards they are 18~20s and it goes as the years stated each season (like the time skip after waterbound)

Nya roughly is close to the ninja's ages being 14ish in s1~7 and 18ish post s7

Lloyd in s1 is 10 and I'm one of the those people that still sees him as a kid so he's roughly 14 or 15 post s7

I am aware that my interpretation makes them younger then most people do but idk they are kiddos in my eyes

Have good day or night everyone

Bun, yo gaba gaba

#ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fanart #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago art #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago writing #ninjago rewrite

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averygayplant · 1 year

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Sometimes I will look at one of my silly little blorbos who has suffered and cradle them in my palm like the fragile little bean that they are, and I will say "Shhhh, it's okay, you have done more than enough, rest my sweet darling boy." And then I will turn and look at another one of my darlings who has suffered nearly as much, raise my eyebrow and go "And what are you looking at? Do you think you've accomplished something? I love you, I do, but I can only promise you one thing and it's that you will suffer, and it will be by my own hand."

#looking at Zane and Jay #guess who's who #I bet you can't /s #writing tumblr #writer things #ninjago writing #it's a nasty job but someone's gotta do it #ninjago #jay ninjago #zane ninjago

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snowyycones · 1 year

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I would also like to talk about why I feel like Zane would actually not love Dr. Julien or even resent him and such. And honestly why i personally feel like he was not a good father as some and the show sometimes tries to portray him.

So like, to just get into the surface of it, theres the obvious.

Dr. Julien made a replacement for his son, never made his son aware of the replacement as he was SITTING ABOVE HIM, and then abandoned that replacement without anyone ever knowing. He made echo to be "a son" and then never even treated him like one."

Then there is the scene in the lighthouse where Zane is like. "Why would you make me with a memory switch. Can you please remove it I don't want this anymore" and then he gets super brushed off by Julien, who acts like it doesn't matter and that being able to forget and just reset everything is like some kind of favor. And then this is constantly shown as untrue, as Zane loses his memory again and again in these super traumatic scenarios.

Then we really dip into the water.

You look at how Julien treats Zane, as some kind of great accomplishment. As a creation. Sure he called Zane his "son" but its such an empty comment to me. I think there may be times where he does kind of see Zane as an actual son, but other times it feels meaningless. All he did was love the idea of a son, and Zane loved the idea of a father.

But it feels like Julien was also obsessed with perfection, and honestly, Zane's story always felt kind of like a Rapunzel story to me. He was never allowed to leave the woods, once he had developed enough, he started to be used to do chores Julien was still capable of. He was secluded from other people, and was never given these normal interactions. Almost everything was some sort of test honestly.

And then Julien never teaches Zane about his upcoming death, or what to do when he dies, and then completely fucking resets all of Zane's progress as a person. Flips his memory switch to "save his emotions" but it really does nothing, cause now he knows absolutely nothing, and is also now alone. It just basically abandoned him.

Imagine waking up in the snow with no recollection of who you are, or what anything is. Just sudden consciousness. You have poor motor skills, you don't know how to speak, you don't know anything. You're far from any civilization. You're scared. What's even worse, is you're inside of a body much bigger than you are. A young teenager, with the mind of a toddler.

You make your way to a village, and get stuck into an orphanage. And that's now all you know. You have to learn everything again, people wonder why you never age, people ask you questions you don't understand. People treat you stupid or different.

Now imagine years and years later, you refind that old treehouse, no idea what it is. Then you find out you're a robot, and you find out what your "father" did. You realize that you could've lived party normal, could've struggled less, and been so much less afraid. And that all that building up to overcome all those hardships really meant nothing in the end.

God if I was Zane I would fucking hate my dad. Even more after finding out about Echo/Mr. E.

Fuck Dr. Julien I hate you

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago zane #zane ninjago #fuck dr julien #ninjago writing #mmmmmmmmm im right sorry

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m0uschi · 8 months

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OOOOH, I always like sick fic and Lloyd it's my favorite characters

Sooo, maybe something with this? Probably like a consequence after some villain OR just something happen between seasons

Like, after Hunted but before March of Oni

Even between Times Twins and SOG

But they are just ideas, I only request Sick Lloyd angst/fluff

If you wanna add brothers OR PIXAL- OR EVEN HIS FATHER

So, yeah

YAY first request!! Thank you!!

I ended up doing some angst and father-son fluff, hope you enjoy!

(This would take place shortly before the events of Rebooted)

Synopsis: Lloyd arrives at his father’s monastery after a long flight through pouring rain. When he wakes up the next morning feeling sick, he tries to act normal for the sake of his father’s students, who are undoubtedly expecting to see the awesome, ever-strong, never-weak Green Ninja.

Word count: 1.3k

Content warnings: some violence (nothing gorey,, they’re legit just sparring)

It was almost impossible to see through the darkness and rain. The droplets struck him like tiny, icy needles as he flew at high-speed through the sky. Just a little further, he told himself. Never mind his shivering body, nor his numbing fingers and toes. With a chuckle he imagined what his mother would say at his situation. Maybe she’d scold him for not carrying a coat for such weather. He could almost hear it now: “You’ll catch cold!”

But the monastery was in view now. He’d be fine… right?

Lloyd blinked awake. There was an intense pressure in his head, pushing against his eyes, ears, sinuses. He tried to take a breath, only to find his nose clogging up like a straw filled with glue.

He propped himself up on his elbows, pressing his lips together at the sore pangs triggered in his joints. What’s wrong with me?

Though the thought of laying back down and going to sleep was very tempting, Lloyd knew his father was eager to have him participate in the day’s lessons at the monastery. He remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he had flown in on his dragon the previous night. He had come beaming outside with an umbrella to greet his son in the darkness and the pouring rain…

Well, he wasn’t going to disappoint him now. Nor his students; who were undoubtedly ecstatic to train with THE Green Ninja.

That’s right, Lloyd reminded himself, I’m the Green Ninja. A little headache and some sore joints are nothing to me.

So, with notable effort, plus some more pain, Lloyd stood up and donned his gi. He ignored the lightheadedness and dizziness that almost made him stumble as he walked outside.

“Good warm up, everyone,” Sensei Garmadon praised his students, who took their places kneeling around the perimeter of the dojo. He noticed the way their eyes widened and smiles spread on their young faces as many of them noticed something behind their sensei.

“So, you’ve finally decided to join us,” Garmadon teased, turning to face his son and clasping his hands behind his back sagely.

“Sorry, I got sort of a late start,” Lloyd returned bashfully, smiling at the students and taking up a space beside them. Garmadon’s eyebrow raised slightly at the sound of his son’s voice. To the untrained ear it was normal, but he could tell Lloyd was trying to sound normal.

“Well,” Garmadon cleared his throat, “let’s try some sparring, then.”

Lloyd found his eyes trying to close as he watched pair after pair of kids fight each other. He saw the way their eyes kept flitting to him hopefully, seeking his approval. He tried to keep smiling. He even managed to give a little thumbs-up a couple times. The way they’d beam back at him was a constant reminder: he was the Green Ninja, he was an idol to them. Unshakeable. Unwavering. Strong—not some weakling who falls victim to a bit of soreness. And so he kept his back straight, his eyes open, his face smiling. And he ignored that incessant throbbing in his head and his straining muscles.

“Lloyd, Will?” Garmadon beckoned.

Showtime. Remember, you’re the Green Ninja. Show these kids you can live up to the title.

He stood up. Walked to the center of the dojo. Squared up with the kid, probably no older than 11. Bowed in a respectful greeting. So far so good. Totally not lightheaded or anything.

Garmadon leaned over his son’s shoulder to whisper: “Go easy on him.” He stepped back to his position on the sidelines, shooting his son a quick wink. Lloyd returned it with a little smirk. Right. Because I’m stronger than this little guy. I need to go easy on him.

“Begin!”

Lloyd struck first, a lightning-quick but not-so hard blow on the shoulder. The kid reacted, sweeping his foot to kick Lloyd’s ankle. He was thrown off balance for a split second, but quickly regained his footing. Lloyd landed another hit on the kid’s side, a hard one. He stumbled, almost fell over—please fall over—but rebounded with resilience characteristic to someone so young. Lloyd’s limbs were starting to shake. His heart pounded against his ribcage, pumping blood and adrenaline through his veins. But it wasn’t enough. Come on, Lloyd urged himself in growing frustration.

The kid was landing more hits than he would’ve liked. Lloyd glanced at the other kids, watching with doey eyes filled with anticipation. They were waiting to see their idol kick some butt. He could imagine their thoughts: What’s taking so long? Why is the Green Ninja…struggling?

Anger took hold of him. Ignoring the pain in his limbs, Lloyd kicked the kid square in the stomach. Hard. No holding back. That should keep him down.

The kid folded, letting out a pained grunt as he clutched his stomach. But he quickly straightened himself, determination burning in his eyes. Apparently the kick hadn’t been as hard as Lloyd thought it was.

Now the kid was swinging his legs through the air in a high jump-kick aimed for Lloyd’s head. Will prepared for the impact of his leg against his opponent’s skull, but the impact never came. Just like the Green Ninja, to dodge so quickly! He thought with admiration.

But Lloyd hadn’t dodged. He had fallen to his knees, limbs giving out. He trembled on his hands and knees for a second before falling flat on his face.

“That’s enough,” Sensei Garmadon said, his sense of urgency creeping into his voice despite his attempts to remain calm. “Students, why don’t you head out to the garden and meditate?”

The kids promptly crowded out of the room as Garmadon rushed to his collapsed son.

Lloyd awoke with a start. He took a sharp breath as his eyes flew open. He tried to sit up, but hardly lifted himself from the mattress before pain seized him, forcing him back down.

“Easy, Lloyd,” Garmadon’s stern but caring voice came from beside him.

He turned his head to see his father kneeling beside him, pouring tea. He helped his son into a partially upright position, wedging pillows underneath him. “Drink,” he said, handing him a cup of the steaming tea.

Lloyd was about to ask what happened when it came back to him, all at once. He had woken up feeling off. He had been sparring a kid, then he… oh no. He had passed out. In front of all those kids. All those children who idolized him. They had sat and watched THE Green Ninja fall at the hands of one of them—another kid.

Lloyd clutched his cup, tears pricking at his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Lloyd rasped, drooping his head to hide his face.

Garmadon’s face twisted with worry. “Why, my son?”

“I let all those kids down. They… they wanted to see the Green Ninja.” The tears were flowing now, and Lloyd tried to sniffle but his nose was too clogged up. “All they got was a sorry sucker downed by a cold.”

“Lloyd,” Garmadon placed a hand on Lloyd’s shoulder, stooping down so he could see his face. “Don’t say such things. Do you think that just because you’re the Green Ninja, you’re stronger than the rest of us? That you’re immune to failing?”

“I’m supposed to be stronger. I’m not supposed to be weak like this.”

“The Green Ninja is meant to be strong, that much is true. But you are not just the Green Ninja. You are Lloyd. A young boy. A boy who bleeds, catches a cold… cries,” Garmadon reached out to cup his son’s cheek, brushing away a falling tear with his thumb. He smiled slightly as Lloyd’s green eyes met his.

There was comfort in his words. Comfort and, Lloyd realized, truth. The corners of his lips perked up in a smile, and he lifted his head to fully face his father.

“Thanks,” he whispered. And then he let out a laugh (as much of one as he could make with his sore throat). “But I don’t know if I accept the title ‘young’ anymore,” he mused. “Not after that magic tea.” Garmadon chuckled. “Drink your normal tea now.”

Thank you for reading!! Requests are still open :D

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thatonethimbo · 1 year

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Shackles Broken, Enemy Awoken

Starset - Something Wicked

Is this where the liar ends?

Dark where the light had been

Lost at the war within

Out of myself, I feel it crawling

How can I tell if this is the ending?

Out of myself it began evolving

I am not well, repent I'm guilty

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[A scene that I had planned to be in a fanfic of mine that was discontinued but has a rewrite in process. Enjoy.]

From the moment his son had cleansed his blood of the evil that was the Devourer's venom, Garmadon was a good man.

Or at least he had tried to be. And here he was, chained up in a realm he could no longer remember the name of, memories drifting further and further apart until he was stranded, alone. But still, he held on.

He missed his son. He missed Lloyd.

Garmadon only wished he was able to see him again. It had been too long, a memory of Lloyd's face, green eyes like his filled with the torment that Morro had brought upon him, along with the permanent eye bags that crinkled with Lloyd's uneasy smile.

Time kept stretching on under endless sky, or what he could judge of it. He was losing faith. This was what he deserved anyway. Endless imprisonment, a price paid for sacrificing himself. Or was it for destroying the lives of many?

Then he heard it. A call from beyond. From the emerald green murkiness, came a feminine voice. Garmadon yelped in his spot as winds suddenly whiplashed him as they passed, heading in a certain direction. He could do nothing as the air-turned blades slashed at his skin.

A laugh followed. Garmadon looked down at himself, attempting to distract himself from the pain. A chill washed over him, instead of the relief he so desperately wanted. A line, dark as night, began to snake up his skin, turning all it touched into the same colour.

His left hand was already in such condition, lines thickening as they curled up his arm, reaching deep into his bones and stealing away the warmth that lay underneath. Like a bad omen, he felt its evil grasp him in its unforgiving grip.

It was not yet done. Garmadon whimpered quietly, attempting to fight it with crumbling memories of a family left behind, torn apart by his departure. There was no stopping his unbecoming. His return to the old self.

A scream tore itself from his throat, tormented cries lost in the raging wind that hurtled past him. Something he could no longer feel on his skin. A scream so raw it left what remained of his lungs aching with heartbreak, with the great loss that came with this, tears beginning to stream down his face.

No one else but him heard.

And then the worst came.

''I call upon thee lord of many names. Lord of Destruction! King of Shadows! Lord Garmadon! Garmadon!'' The voice called again, this time clearer despite the wind.

''Who... calls... me!?'' The growl echoed from him. But it wasn't him, it couldn't have been... Garmadon had worked so hard... but to come back to this? The chains rattled in their place. He felt a heat searing his eyes, red briefly covering his vision.

Then it was gone. Like he had just begun a race, Garmadon- no, Lord Garmadon, began to pant, leaning over. The rattling suddenly became a pain in his ears. Another growl and he tugged at them. A strength that wasn't there before clawed at his restraints.

Lord Garmadon snarled as he began to break free, the metal breaking under newfound strength, then looked around as he tried to locate the source of the voice that had called to him.

The last of Sensei Garmadon was gone once both of his restraints were broken. And whoever needed him now, whoever that was, now only a blurry memory of a boy with blond hair that would never get him back.

Her voice came again. Garmadon stumbled towards the sound, relying only on his hearing, his sight useless to him. All that mattered now was the voice. And only the voice.

It all fell silent. The wind stopped. He faltered. There was no familiar sound, the one thing he had grown to want to get to was gone.

Lord Garmadon screamed at the walls, clawing at his confines, falling to the ground as his twisted hopes were dashed. He narrowed his eyes. There was a way.

And he was going to escape.

At the Temple of Resurrection, the altar lay bare of the items it once held, the room dark and emptied. Then, the room was lit with purple flames.

A hand emerged from the pedestal.

Something wicked this way comes.

#ninjago #ninjago writing #sons of garmadon #lord garmadon #sensei garmadon #oh i gotta SLEEP #garmadon brainrot hours #how am i healthy

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writer-room · 7 months

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One among many things I love about Dragons Risings writing is that they're so unapologetic about making the original team very cool, but also absolute dorks.

It's just kinda refreshing to me? Like, yeah, sure, Lloyd's the super-awesome Green Ninja who's a descendant of God, Kai could set the world on fire if he wanted, Nya does not hesitate and was the ocean that one time, Zane will casually mention the most insane shit he did on a whim, Cole has a lava and rock monster form, etc, but like...they're also losers. Lloyd gets bullied constantly and tries to explain what a crab is, Kai has so much intelligence but so little wisdom at all given times, Nya has a 'shit happens' attitude as if she is not actively failing through this shit happening, Zane talks to a broom with Pixal's face on it, and Cole has it together the most by being a 9-to-5 dad with a boyfriend who he 100% believed was his power crux.

They're just people, y'know? Saving the world a hundred times over doesn't mean they're not still 20-something nerds who've been stuck doing this since they were teenagers. One cannot erase the time they had bad boy doppelgangers for like two minutes. Or had to raise their teacher. Or had the weirdest relationship drama. Or were huge video game and tech geeks.

And Dragons Rising isn't afraid to let them be that. To acknowledge, yeah, objectively, they're cool as hell, but to also admit that they're just kinda fucking around and finding out. It's a wonder what consistent and likeable characterization can do, who woulda thought?

#ninjago #dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising #lego ninjago #lego ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr #lloyd garmadon #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #text post #talk #ninjago writing #im so excited for when we get to see jay again and see how he looks cool but also like an absolute loser #the idea of something being cool AND silly is possible and its right here in dragons rising i love it so much #its mostly the animation where they flex and i do love that #theyre not afraid to show that these guys are like. experienced. they know what therye doing. they can fight really well. theyre GOOD #but also kai accidentally blows up the wrong building cause he let wyldfyre have a map #and nya is like well that stone seeker thing gave us eyes. im sure its fine #and they ask zane 'are those tubes safe for humans' and he just deadpans 'no' with no further elaboration #cole confused at all times abt whatevers happening but nodding and going along with it anyway #and lloyd just being lloyd. bestie no u cannot clean the whole monastary. wu made the boys clean the monastery all the time #he just didnt make you do it cause your his favorite #ITS JUST RLLY FUN #I MISS WHEN THINGS WERE FUN

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ravenrambles6229 · 6 months

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just posted a 30k word chapter of Wax and Wane and im making damn sure y'all know about it because i am proud of it :)

If any of you happen to give her a look, I hope you enjoy. it has cool art n everything

also legit probably the single most difficult scene i've ever had to write. zane i love you but you're gonna be the death of me

#im gonna make a new header soon about my fic #to pin to my profile #but for now im just gonna be happy #and pass tf out #goodnight #it is 6:30 in the morning #cole ninjago #ghost cole ninjago #cole brookstone #wax and wane #ninjago writing #it's an angsty one friends

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sparkles-and-galaxies · 1 year

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so after tormenting myself for months, here's that Day of the Departed rewrite I was so desperately searching for. If nobody gives me ghost Cole angst I'll just do it myself

#ninjago #my writing #ninjago writing #ninjago fanfiction #day of the departed #cole ninjago #this took me so long jesus #the good thing is most of the chapters are already written and only need editing #so i probably should be able to upload once every two week or so #tho i still have no idea how ao3 works okay shut up

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grumpymirelurkqueen · 10 months

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- A request for @rlking27 (i hope you like it)

- Summary : Ronin owes a debt to one of the groups of thugs he works for from time to time. In an ambush when he has no strength, a young man manages to help him. But who is ?

-Note : This is my first english one-shot

-Word : 2k+ Never ask me about Ronin or I'll go away TT

- /!\ Warning /!\ : violence, dead mother, traditional family, debt, young pregnancy, sad ending because i'm a professional at it

卂　千卂ㄒ卄乇尺＇丂　尺乇Ꮆ尺乇ㄒ

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The evening was cool, as usual for February. The lights in the Ninjago City shops went out in turn. But one noodle sign in particular remained lit. Its mythical sign "Welcome to Chen's Noodle Restaurant". At this late hour, the calm and happy customers no longer paid any attention to this sign. But a completely different kind of customer does.

The restaurant is quiet. Everyone was eating noodles in an eerie silence. No one was talking, just the sound of conveyor belts serving food. The sound of mouths and chopsticks rubbing against bowls filled with noodles. The most stressed customers stared at everyone else. In its darkest hours, this restaurant resembled a western saloon. Everyone stares at each other, as if for survival, but no one moves. According to them, they are far too precious, even for petty criminals.

While everything was going well, much to the delight of the owner and certain customers. The calm quickly became a chaotic mess. A group of men entered the restaurant, under a dish of disgusting words and a list of incomprehensible words. Their voices echoed throughout the restaurant, breaking the religious silence. The five men walked towards the last free table. Away from suspicion and icy stares. Although their path to this table had not gone unnoticed. Each of them had made quite a mess of the tables they occupied. Spilling bowls on faces, sticking wooden chopsticks up noses and incestuous taunts. The only ones who tried to fight back were laughed at by five mad men. Nothing could stop them, they said.

The most dominant man in the group, which can be "a leader". Strides in like a peacock ready to woo the lady. Slumped on the counter, in a flirtatious pose straight out of a cheap movie. He begins to speak in a suave voice, a little exaggerated.

"Hello my sweet ladybird, still working here," he asks with a flirtatious smile under the mockery of his comrades. "Shut up," he whispers aggressively, before turning back to the redhead.

"You're blocking my carpets and the customers aren't going to be happy," she said without much interest in her charming act.

"I know that deep down you love me, just as I love you."

"I swear if there's a single piece of my noodles on the floor it's you and you're four funny guys who polish it until it shines, the dry tone echoes in the ears of the evening's regulars, this is going to end badly."

"My ladybird has a fiery tongue, but what about in bed?" he asks with a perverse smile that could make any man or woman vomit.

That question was the last straw in Skylor's patience. In anger, his hand rose and fell with a dull sound, echoing through the restaurant. As if it had been the only sound for five minutes. Leaving everyone satisfied but scared of what might happen next. A red mark forms on his face. Anger and surprise read on his face. As he raised his head to face the young woman's act of bravery or stupidity. Deep laughter filled his bloody, ashamed ears. Turning back to the voice, he saw an old friend. At that moment he thought that if he couldn't hit a woman, why not a bastard who owed him money. A lot of money. A sadistic smile spread across his face, still red with shame. So his henchmen quickly understood the following pattern.

Not forgetting the affront she had just given him. He turns to her and threatens her openly.

"One more time and you'll be a ladybird without the red".

Like a tidal wave the whole previous episode has been swept away. In his brain the only thing he wants is to take this man down and get his money back. This man was only a few steps away from him. But anyone who was there can tell you that he would have walked forever. While he was just sitting on the counter eating noodles, an ordinary citizen. Like a predator he approached him and grabbed his prey by the shoulder wearing his orange armour. A smile that could make a grandparent's wallpaper peel off.

"Ah," he exhaled in satisfaction before resuming, "My good old friend Ronin," he said, increasing his grip on him."

"Tidus, it's been a long time," he said, concentrating on his bowl, "how's your last girlfriend been since we knew you were getting laid."

The man had a sneer at the edge of his lips, which he could easily hide under his hat. But the man he was talking to laughed yellow. He winced in displeasure before answering.

"She left just afterwards," he admitted in a low voice to avoid any further embarrassment.

"I already knew that, before you told me, she came back to me, her grin turned into a toothy grin, maybe you should have looked after her better," he said before cracking a low laugh that didn't go unnoticed by the blond Tidus.

One joke too many, one minute too many wasted listening to that idiot. he said before gripping the back of his head firmly. His hat had fallen to the ground, revealing his smile and his new face. This surprised Tidus, Ronin now had a camera over his right eye. He didn't know what it was and he didn't care. He found a way to persecute him a little.

"Ronin, ronin, look at how ugly and bitter you've become over time. The money I lent you wasn't enough to make you beautiful again," laughter could be heard behind Tidus, who was pleased with his remark.

"Money, loan," he repeated like a holy prayer full of venom.

His eyes went wide with fear and a nervous laugh came from his mouth. Tidus reveled in the sound of fear to inflate his ego.

Without thinking Ronin threw a tray of sushi from the conveyor belt into Tidus's face. Surprised, he dropped his skull, removing the rice from his carefully prepared outfit. Meanwhile Ronin had already taken off running towards the exit door. But he was stopped when his head hit the counter and the conveyor belt. This made him turn towards his attacker, who was none other than one of the four members of Tidus's group. His nose bled, but it wasn't broken. Fortunately, he said. He needed more, even though he was no longer young. Meanwhile, his attacker had already launched him towards the wall to his right. Head first, breaking his new detection module. Money down the drain. Ronin could do nothing more, too stunned for the moment.

Her legs gave out on her, like the traitors they are. Leaving his helplessness as a spectacle for the others. While his brain is half disconnected, he feels his body being lifted up by his arms. No one moves a toe, not even Skylor. She'd always said that she never wanted to have any problems with settling scores. He was dragged through the streets of Ninjago City. Once they reach a small alleyway, away from prying eyes, they toss Ronin like a sack of potatoes. As if he was worthless. As he tries to stand up to regain a modicum of ego. He was quickly dealt blows by the four men. Making him fall forward once again, he quickly positioned himself to protect his stomach, as well as himself.

Five minutes passed, but Ronin felt as if it had been going on for an eternity. Punches, kicks and spitting on his screwdriver, as well as insults. Meanwhile Tidus watched, smoking his cigar. It was like a film. He couldn't take it any more, his body couldn't take it any more, but his brain and his dignity said otherwise. Just when he thought his ordeal was over, his battered body ended up on its knees. Facing Tidus, to see the masterpiece, "His masterpiece".

"So you thought you could take my girl and my money without any trouble," he said, taking a drag from his cigar, "don't answer, it wasn't a question. For days I've been dreaming of getting my hands on you and making you eat my boots."

His screwing hit the ground hard, as Tidus' foot used all its strength to immobilise him. His body could do nothing, too ruined for the moment. Seeing no reaction from him, the man above him sneered, his hiss of pain his only response. Tidus sucked in a little of his cigar, blowing all the smoke into his face. Ronin didn't even react, too used to the cigar or his brain had stopped working. Tidus could see he was tired. Blood was dripping from his lips, nose and the top of his head. The only thing he wanted to do was make sarcastic comments. But he didn't do that to avoid making his current situation worse. Ronin was in a bad way. But did he get what he deserved?

"Tidus brought his cigar close to Ronin's face. A survival instinct suddenly returned to his brain. He moved like an earthenware glass to get out of there, but the force above him was far greater than he was. What an idea to drink alcohol just before going out to eat. Out of the corner of his free eye, he sees the cigar a few centimetres from his cheek, and can feel the heat it gives off. Accepting his fate, he closes his eyes, anticipating the pain.

"Let him go," asks a voice a little further down the alley.

"Why should we listen to you?" asks Tidus, almost laughing.

Ronin could no longer keep his eyes open. His brain wanted to slap his body to stay awake and run away. But he couldn't. In what seemed like a fight, Ronin fell asleep. Ironically used to it.

It was only a few minutes later that his body received a tingling sensation in his face. Afraid of what it might be, he grabbed the wrist in front of him. Startled, the young man stepped back, falling onto his buttocks. With a glimmer of licidity, Ronin realised that he couldn't hurt him. Releasing his red wrist, he picked up the bottle of alcohol with his other hand.

"What's that," asks Ronin suspicious of the bottle's container.

"It's disinfectant," said the young man still sitting dumbfounded at his rude awakening.

"Why is it marked hooch," he asks, pointing to the label.

In embarrassment, the young man replied "because it is". Thanks to this answer, he could hear Ronin laugh for the first time. Which had been rare for years. Ronin quickly brought the bottle to his mouth and, without thinking too hard, began to drink. But he spat it out as quickly as he could. The taste was very bitter, at least not in the usual way. Seeing how bad the bottle was, he threw it into the street. With the sound of breaking glass echoing throughout the street.

"You don't have a relative," asks Ronin, watching the liquid escape from the shards of glass."

"Er, it's complicated," admitted the boy, looking at the ground sadly.

Ronin could see the sadness in her eyes. A ball of empathy formed in his stomach. He himself had little contact with his parents. His mother died a few years after he was born and his father only saw her as a weakling for the forge. He never knew if he had a brother after he left or if he had an uncle. To be honest, as he got older, he would have liked to know, but what would he think of him? Who would want a pathetic thief. He often said this in his drunken stupor. Ronin wasn't the worst of thieves, he knew that. But where he grew up, he was a disgrace. An outcast.

The young chestnut sat down next to him, his back against the wall as he did, and crossed his legs. The men stayed like that for a few seconds, staring at the wall in front of them, in an awkward silence. Neither of them dared speak, neither of them knew what to say so as not to embarrass the other. So they remained silent for a few more minutes. Enjoying the silence, compare to earlier. Ronin didn't want to rest on this little one, but he was so tired and wanted to take any human warmth for himself. Her body slid gently towards him, until their shoulders touched. Putting some of her weight on him. He didn't refuse.

"Thank you for helping me, not many people would have wanted to help me," he admitted in a whisper.

"It's nothing, I did what I thought was right. That's why I want to become a doctor, to heal and help," he confessed in a voice full of ambition.

"Your parents will be very proud of you, I'm sure. As for me, I hope you'll always patch me up," he cracks a joke to relax a little.

"It's going to be really tough."

The young man paused to look sadly at the pendant around his heart. Ronin grunted softly, as if in response. But in reality he was falling asleep, as comfortable as he could be. As if he was at ease and wasn't going to get killed on his way out of the alley. The young man removed the chain from his neck to open the pendant. To reveal a photo of a beautiful woman on the left and another young woman on the right. Ronin opened his eyes and was startled to discover a ghost from his past. A very good ghost, he's actually the bad ghost in the story. At first he thought he'd seen wrong, the lighting wasn't in his favour. They were in a less dark corner now. But yes, he did recognise this woman, who made his heart vibrate with joy every time he went to see her in secret. A childhood sweetheart. His everyday love. The world revolved around him, fortunately for him. Nori, as he called herself, was there or he would have run away. Out of fear, or disgust for himself.

"My… My mum died a few years ago now. The doctors said she died of cancer, but I think she was sad she'd never see our dad again."

The sky fell on him, no Ninjago City fell on him. He never thought she'd die so young. Every word after "dead" had been shredded. He couldn't understand anything, everything was a blur. But he had to pretend that everything was fine and find out more, so as not to get any hasty ideas.

"And she's your girlfriend," he said to change the conversation in a humorous tone, pointing to the other photo."

"What! No, she's my twin sister, Ninon… Mum often said she looked a lot like Dad. But we never saw her. It was taboo in the family. Even in his own family, apparently. They're beautiful, aren't they," he says, pointing at the photos like a child showing a drawing to his parents.

"Mmmh… Very", Ronin had run out of answers.

If he concentrated carefully he could see it. It was the famous line on his face that he had been familiar with for so long. He always wanted to see it again. Her smile, her eyes, the way she breathed and the charm she exuded. He saw her in him. In his son. Now he knows for sure that Nori is his son. And so is Ninon. But he was also very surprised to hear the news like this. He is still pleasantly surprised, as if he knew that all these years he had two beautiful children. Loved and cherished by their mother and grandparent. At that moment he told himself that it would be better if he didn't know the truth, if ever. Too afraid of anything happening to them. After all, it's a father's job to protect his children. He doesn't want to be like his father. He might as well never exist…

A father's regrets are eternally engraved in his heart by their choice…

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For me canonically Ronin at 44 years in the series, this one-shot is before the series. So maybe in the 38 years at least after meeting Soul Archer. That's why he has his eyepiece.

If I make any mistakes, tell me to correct them.

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xxbun-artxx · 10 months

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SO UH ABOUT S3....

[C!pix= cannon pixel, B!pix= my design aka bun designs]

I mentioned before that I am working on a personal project, and said project requires me to go by the seasons so one then two etc. I have just finished rewatching/taking notes on s3 and man I don't remember it being this bad

But like it is bad, weak plot weak motivations terribly writen relationships i could go on but I'll savour that to my seasons reviews

I took a few days to think about how I felt and what I wanted to do moving forward since this effects the personal project and most importantly for this blog at this time my metal nya au

And I have decided that I will rewrite s3, it would be just a normal rewrite (as in no metal nya in it yet) all 8 episodes

This is sort of an anouncment post but it's also a discussion post, I want to know how other people feel about s3 to help guide my writing choices. You don't have to tell in detail, you can gush about your favourite character or moments

This is a discussion/circle sharing after all and I love seeing people's points of views

But if you don't want to don't feel pressured, just enjoy the silly art of 2 pixels

[Interested in my writing or pixel design? Click here]

Dareth and garm were fabulous this season, nya deserved better

Bun, digitalized

#ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago art #ninjago zane #ninjago bun designs #pixel ninjago #ninjago s3 #ninjago writing

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bboisawesome · 1 year

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Made a little Cole drabble. I was messing with the idea of his possible trauma of being a ghost and a small “came back wrong” idea was in the back of my head. But that isn’t really shown here. Might add onto this later, but for now it’s an incomplete drabble. :3

Read story here too if you want:

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Cole was so glad to be human again. When he was a ghost he couldn’t feel. Couldn’t feel the warmth of his loved ones as he held them close, or the cool breeze as he scaled a mountain. He couldn’t feel the pleasant burn in his muscles from a nice workout. He couldn’t enjoy or taste food, smells were dull and bland. All the things that he enjoyed about life were lacking or nonexistent.

He had been losing the joy of being alive. He was losing himself.

Not to mention the fear of fading away, being forgotten, it was all terrible. So Cole was so happy to feel again! So happy he was able to taste and hold and shout out to the world without feeling like he was separated from it.

At least, that’s how it started.

Then he felt it. As he was walking down the hall to his room, he felt the small chills encase his entire body. Every nerve gained that constant cold that he remembered very well from his time as a ghost. He could feel it creeping around his form, bringing with it that unmistakable pull towards a realm that he was not ready to call home.

The Departed Realm still sought to get its grasp on him, reaching out and curling itself around his limbs. Trapping him. Tugging at his soul.

No.

Cole couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was disappearing all over again.

No!

He had escaped, they couldn’t take him now! Not now! The chilling tendrils continued to engulf him, eager to claim his soul once more, killing off all the nerves that allowed him to feel. The world seemed to be slipping away from Cole once again as he was dragged down, dragged away from the realm of the living.

And then it stopped.

The onslaught of cold nothingingness stopped consuming him as he was left gasping for air. Slowly, Cole rose from the ground on shaky limbs, his grip desperately clinging to the wall for some sense of balance. The feeling of drywall digging its way under his nails brought some relief, even if in the back of his mind he knew he was ruining the wall, he didn’t care. It was something he could touch and feel.

He could feel.

He could feel it! He wasn’t disappearing. He wasn’t going to die.

“Cole?” A voice called out to him, cutting through the haze wrapping around his brain, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to answer the call. “Cole, are you okay!?” The voice grew a bit louder in alarm, raising to a high pitched frequency he knew well. The blue ninja's hands gently supported Cole as he helped pull his friend off the ground. A gentle gesture that he could feel the pleasant warmth of.

Warmth.

Cole lunged forward, wrapping Jay into a tight hug, he wanted to feel more warmth. To bury himself in the sensation of touch, he didn’t want to let go, he didn’t want to disappear and never feel this again! “Please, don’t leave. I don’t want to go away, don’t forget me.” Cole’s pleas filled the air, each sentence rambling into the next, so fast and quiet that even Jay had a hard time keeping up with the black ninja's words.

“Cole…Cole buddy, it’s okay. You’re not going anywhere, and I’m not going anywhere, okay? We can stay right here, I promise.” Jay gently wrapped his arms around Cole, letting his hand rub soothing circles along Cole’s back as the other stroked his hair. “We can stay right here until you’re ready to move.” Cole nuzzled further into the embrace, relaxing at the pleasant warmth each touch spread through him. He wanted to latch on forever until this horrible chill was completely erased from his body.

He needed to erase that terrible feeling the cold left all over him.

Jay stayed with his friend until Cole was ready.

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