lloydenthusiast

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🏖Sometimes we need a holiday 🌊

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AHAHAHA thanks furbs

please, untitled document was my father, call me untitled document (1)

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Nobody asked for them but i drew it a bit ago and never posted it.. this one goes out to my greenflower mooties...

Brad uses she/her

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Does anyone else think about the ways the merge impacted the world beyond just a cultural/societal sense? Bc my geosci student ass is sitting here like ohhh so all their soil is fucked. Mixing of soils from diff realms is probs like introducing like a million more invasive species than anyone realizes (do you have any idea how alive soil is?) and fucking with the soil microbiome and agriculture is probably going to go to shit in one way or another. I’m sitting here like ohhh so all those dragons in the lava wastes might have kept developing wasting disease post-merge because volcanoes spew up different toxic shit depending (in part) on local geology and now that the volcanoes are in a new place they’re probably spewing new shit the dragons haven’t evolved to withstand. I’m sitting here like ohhh so with all the new chunks of land shoved haphazardly into Ninjago’s land by the merge has probably created new fault systems, subjecting places (which were previously seismically quiet) to earthquakes that their architecture and local psyche have never had to withstand before. Like ohhh okay their world is screwed whether or not the ninja stop mergequakes from happening. Like. Being a lego is not going to be very fun in the next few decades. Okay 👍 no WONDER Cole said the earth itself is screaming 👍

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Haircuts.

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Tried something new with Lloyd’s features on this piece

Kinda don’t care to color it so if anyone else wants to take a crack at it, feel free to. Obviously no pressure but tag me if you do :D

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I just finished Dragons Rising... uhhh... Glacier reunion!

Gi designs by _L1_B1_! Zane Cole

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New pfp too

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dead ends

dr s1 spoilers <3 rg bonding <3

drabble under the cut!

Haircuts at the Monastery are typically done by Pixal. It makes sense, honestly. She’s the only one Lloyd would ever trust within twelve feet of his hair. Except maybe Kai, if he’s really desperate. But only because Kai grew up cutting Nya’s hair. But there is no Pixal. Not here, not anymore. There is no Pixal, there is no Jay. There is no Cole and no Zane and no Nya and Lloyd is stuck with his last resort. Not really. His last last resort would be Nya, or Jay. Honestly, at that point he’d give it a whirl himself. But, honestly, Lloyd is happy to have Kai, so he sits in a kitchen chair pulled into the bathroom, settled before the mirror, staring into his own eyes, as Kai makes a show of wrapping an old cape around his neck as some hair-protection or whatever. Kai twirls the scissors in his hands and opens his mouth. “First Master!” Lloyd yelps, reaching out and grabbing the scissors from him before he can stab someone with them. “Those are sharp!” Kai laughs. “Relax, Lloyd,” he says. “I’ve done this plenty of times.” He grins. “Now what do you want.” He scrunches Lloyd’s damp hair. “A bob? Like that one you had when you were ten? What about a buzz cut? We do have clippers. Or you could—” “Just ���” Lloyd sighs. “Just trim the dead ends, please.” Kai smiles, his expression softening. “Alright,” he says. He sections off parts of Lloyd’s hair, pinning them to the top of his head with some of Nya’s old hair clips, and Pixal’s ponytail holders. He seems awfully focused as he snips Lloyd’s hair. He looks beyond his years, Lloyd notes. Kai’s always looked older—well, he just never really looked young, not to Lloyd. Maybe it’s because of how Lloyd sees him, but … There are serious bags under Kai’s eyes. Worry lines etched into his face, on his forehead and the corners of his eyes. Even his hair, usually a warm brown, is less rich. It’s not spiked, either, not properly, instead sitting as a messy mop on his head. “You have really nice hair,” Kai mutters. He’s moving awfully fast. Lloyd would be worried but … it’s more than just that he trusts Kai with his life, but with it all he can’t really be assed about his hair. Not anymore. Kai re-sections off his hair, cutting off some more dead ends. A dull burn in Lloyd’s chest. He’s been trying not to grieve. There’s no point in it, it isn’t productive, and it certainly won’t bring his family back. And yet … He focuses on Kai. Watches as his brows furrow on and off repeatedly. As he deftly cuts Lloyd’s hair, in some strange, tender act of love that Lloyd is, honestly, still growing used to. Even after all these years. The merge changed all of them, there is no denying that. Lloyd knows vaguely how long he was alone at the Monastery, but Kai? The others? Lloyd has no idea where they are, no idea what’s going on, if they’re even … He ought not to focus on that. Kai finishes sectioning off the top of his hair, moving around the sides, shaping his face nicely with damp, half-curled locks. “How are you so good at this?” Lloyd speaks for the first time since Kai broke their silence earlier. Kai shrugs. “Pretty much cut Nya’s hair her entire life,” he mutters. “I know.” Lloyd pauses. “You’re a good brother.” A flash of irritation crosses Kai’s face, replaced nearly immediately by sadness. He smiles. Finishes cutting Lloyd’s hair and sets down the scissors and all the various clips and hair bands. “Yeah, well.” He ruffles Lloyd’s hair. Fluffs it a few times. It does look nicer, healthier. Only about an inch was chopped off. “Thanks,” Lloyd says. “No prob, kid.” Kai goes to leave but Lloyd turns, catching his wrist. “I miss them too,” he whispers. “All of them.” Kai’s expression falls. “Yeah.” His shoulders slump. He massages his forehead. “Yeah,” he says, again. “Movie?” Lloyd suggests. Kai laughs, looking up at the ceiling. “Sure.” “You pick. I’ll get the snacks.” Kai offers him a hand, helping him stand. “Sure,” he says. “Sounds good to me, green machine.” Lloyd doesn’t drop his hand as they make their way out of the bathroom. Instead, he holds it tightly, so he doesn’t lose him, too.

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another late prompt for greenflower week :] healing

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no, none of them have titles. some of them (one) have cogs (gears) to represent that i Haven't abandoned them. most of them are only represented by the first few words of the wip <3 oh, and wips are sorted by month i started writing them :P this is my ninjago dump doc! aka where wips are born <3 if a wip is special enough (snowdrop, snapdragon) they'll get a doc of their own <3 if it's sorta special but not really special it'll get a designated folder <3

>:P

feel free to ask about any wips ! if you can get a gauge on anything </3

the one highlighted in dark purple is what i'm working on rn. she's a surprise <3 and the only greenflower wip i have w/o a flower title

WIP Challenge!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!  And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either.  Sketch titles?  Comics?  DnD campaigns?  If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!  

Hi everyone! In honor of fanfic writer appreciation day, bringing this back!

My insane taglist under the cut, but if you see this in the wild feel free to jump on!!

tagging people from nwod and fic fest! ignore the ping if you didn't want it sorry dfkjlgh but i find these fun and thought some of you might, too :D

@only-lonely-stars @rosiehunterwolf @silvermags @starlightaxolotl @guplia @stars-brownies-n-metaphors @bananaplayzz @boba-pearl @caycubone @weekend-whip @pandemonium-kidz @aroninshonour @zebaji @kumoriwrites @spinbitchzu @tirednapentity @taddymason @psychologicalwarclaire @finn-m-corvex @knowledgequeenabc @tinywriterfairy @graceful-not @jays-supersonic-dynamo @artqueen02 @basicallyjaywalker @fruit-colored-ninja @summerf0x @nocturnal-nexu @riseleon @indigosky101 @miqotepotatoe @randomcrapstories @lightning-chicken @crikkit-kitterton @colesstar @lloydenthusiast @senseigrace @the-painted-siren @ataraxixx @parateuthis @curiositythecryptid @elemom @mikewheelerfan2022 @mcfanely @rainbow-flavoured-skittles @a-big-chicken-nerd @collectiveclams @stealingyourbones @abunnsburrow @survivalshipping @gravyhoney @officercooks @laziarteest @nin-jay-go @themilosquid @fandomsareforlife @goldenavenger02 @localguy2 @blu3cl0v3rs @ghostwalloper @cboffshore @bookworm-dork-fish @raven6229

HUGE BREATH HELLO

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i dont think that people actually dislike 'fluff' in writing its just that not many people know how to write characters well when nothing high stakes is happening and therefore the scenes feel bland or wasted (tucks and rolls offstage) because they can only imagine people to be interesting during high action scenes and not during the slower moments in between (slides on a tomato) likely because they consider their own life and the people around them uninteresting and cannot imagine characters they want to like to be anything less than larger than life when in reality the quiet humanity between action is the core of all good character writing (gets shot)

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hawthorn

Brad thinks he’s everything. Sun-kissed skin that he just wants to touch, to feel. Freckles speckling his barren shoulders; all Brad can seem to think about is kissing each and every one. Scars he wishes he could trace his fingers along. Long, golden curls cascading over his shoulders, shifting as he pulls his hair into a high ponytail, muscles flexing and moving beneath his skin. He’s ankle-deep in the water. Lloyd is everything.

rest under the cut! cw alcohol mention

He must feel Brad’s gaze on him because he turns. Smiles his beautiful, bright grin and says “Staring again, are we?” And all Brad can seem to think about is kissing him. So maybe he’s a little tipsy, but even if he weren’t? Would he not feel the same? Lloyd’s emerald eyes shimmer, dark as they survey Brad. He hums. Takes a few steps through the sand toward Brad and as he get closer, Brad finds he’s a little dizzy. Drunk-dazed on Lloyd, a little bit high on life. On the goodness of the world around them. “Close your mouth, babe,” Lloyd says. He presses his fingers to the bottom of Brad’s chin, closing his mouth for him. “You’ll catch flies.” Brad flushes, and forces himself to look away. “I know I’m hot, but seriously,” Lloyd says, turning away. “You’re absurd.” Brad unwraps the towel from around his now-dry shoulders and whacks him with it in response. They were swimming in the lake, but as the sun sets and the visibility’s getting poor, they’re dancing on the sand instead. Lloyd laughs. “Rude,” he says, turning back to Brad. Brad finds himself breathless, just by looking at him. The sun setting on the water before them gives Lloyd a halo of sorts, illuminating him prettily. “You’re incredible,” Brad whispers, before he can stop himself. Lloyd gives him a look. “Quit being so gay.” He walks back to Brad. Takes the towel from his hand and wraps it again around Brad’s shoulders. He gives Brad a fond look, one that has Brad stammering and spluttering. He wishes he could say something smooth. Something sort of cheesy, but he finds his mind blank, unable to produce thoughts with Lloyd oh, so close. “Come on, let’s start the fire.” Lloyd walks off, headed toward the fire pit a few meters up the sand. Brad stumbles after him.

The cicadas have started screaming, filling the night sky with their not-so-harmonious cries. The sun has fully dipped beneath the horizon. The lamps up at the cabin turn on, and the little solar-powered lights stuck in the ground a few weeks ago illuminate the path from the beach, through the woods, to the house. Lloyd kneels before a pile of logs, match in hand, as he strikes the strip on the side of the matchbox until it ignites. Then, he drops it into the logs, prodding the kindling with it. Slowly, the flame grows. “I’m glad it isn’t windy,” Lloyd says. “We won’t have to worry so much about smoke in our eyes.” Brad nods. “Yeah.” He takes a seat in one of the chairs settled into the sand. Lloyd takes his own lawn chair and moves it right up next to Brad’s, so the arms are overlapping. Lloyd plops into his chair, taking the blanket from the back of the chair and wrapping it around them both, snuggling into Brad’s side. “What’s up with you today?” Lloyd asks, pulling away slightly to eye Brad’s face. “You’re so …” He waves a hand. “You know.” Brad looks at him. At the side of his face illuminated by the fire. Sharp eyes and soft cheeks. A few curls have fallen from his ponytail, framing his face prettily. “I’m in love with you,” Brad whispers. “That’s what’s up.” Brad can’t help himself. He reaches out. Tucks the curls behind Lloyd’s ear as his cheeks turn pink. “You’re just … you’re incredible, Lloyd.” “And you’re a tipsy sap,” Lloyd laughs. “Come on, don’t be so mushy gushy.” “Sorry.” And he means it. “It’s hard not to be.” Lloyd’s eyes widen. He laughs brightly, giving Brad a shove. “Seriously. You’re so cheesy.” Brad shrugs. It’s hard to feel bad for it when he’s just so … “Come on! Quit looking at me like that!” Lloyd takes Brad’s face in his hands, squeezing his cheeks. “You’re too cheesy. How do I turn off the cheesy?” “Not possible,” Brad manages to say, through his squished mouth. “I love you.” Lloyd wrinkles his nose. “Ick,” he says. But he smacks a kiss on Brad’s mouth. “I love you, too.” And turns back to the fire, smiling as a plume of flames reaches toward the sky. Smoke curls from the tip, fortunately blowing up, not in either of their faces. Brad can’t seem to look away, so Lloyd sighs, turns back to him, and kisses him properly. He cups Brad’s jaw, pressing their lips together sweetly. Brad melts, cupping the back of Lloyd’s neck, fiddling with a curl. “There,” Lloyd says. “Happy?” “When I’m with you?” Brad smiles. “Always.”

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I hate when an artist gets exposed for being a bad person and people start the narrative “why would you even want to listen to their shitty music” when are we going to be freed from the idea that only good people create good art and bad people create bad art. It just makes it harder for these types of people to be exposed because now you got people thinking “how is this possible, his music is so good!”

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I've like, never posted on here before??.. anyways GREENFLOWER Y'ALL, finished this yesterday,, forgor to post it,, yuh

This is prompt one of greenflower week that I did really late sweats,,, dunno if I'll more, probably

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oh NOW YOU LET ME POST???

yall i'm so sorry i've been tryna post this greenflower on tumblr for THREE DAYS but it WON'T POST

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yall i'm so sorry i've been tryna post this greenflower on tumblr for THREE DAYS but it WON'T POST