#THAT SPELLS PIXAL

[kiynania]

If I see ONE more person write Pixal as "Pixel" I'm gonna lose it.

[kindaasrikal]

Why did Ninjago give so many characters mommy issues wth

Lloyd, Nya, Cole, Morro, Frohickey, Lovo, Sora, Harumi.

The list is probably way longer but like so many characters have mommy issues, these are literally just the ones with the most obvious/mentioned ones.

Don’t get me started on the ones with daddy issues. It’s way longer.

Theres Skylor, Kai, Cole, Lloyd, Morro, Harumi, Sora, Wu, Garmadon, Benthomaar, Vania, Echo, Unagami, Zane, Jay, and probably more.

Ninjago ain’t about ninja’s. It’s about rlly bad daddy issues. Mommy issues.

Parental issues.

Were the writers projecting orrr 😭

[bugidk]

Zane yap + art incoming.

Ok so I have this idea that when Zane got rebuilt in season 3 he was rebuilt as a Borg android that is a entirely different model than his father originally made him to be.

The Borg androids where designed with antennas and chunkier limbs (old art for reference (the wings are not a Borg design))

When Zane wakes up on Chens island he doesn’t remember who he is at first right? But in my mind he still feels some sort of loss of his old body. He is just uncomfortable with the body he woke up in and he doesn’t know why.

When he remembers he becomes more aware of this feeling because now he remembers being “human” more clearly.

He remembers how his body should feel and why his current body feels so wrong to him. His limbs are to big and are hard to maneuver compared to his previous limbs. His antennas pick up every single sound and he hates how they sometimes slightly brush against his head.

He feels like this during all of season 4 but can focus on trying to save the ninjago. But as things calm down it starts to take its toll on him. Pixal tries to help, trying to get him to talk to the other ninja, but theres only so much one can do when stuck in someone’s head. She feels a bit lost not only because she physically cant help but also because she struggles to see the problem ,i mean she understands why zane is feeling this way but she also doesn’t? Like on a emotional level she understands it but not on a logical level. She struggles to comprehend how Zane cant see anything positive with his new body.

(More art :3 Right is older)

This all comes to a boiling point where Zane essentially has a break down of sorts where he breaks his antennas off (it doesn’t really hurt him). After this he finally goes to his friends for help. (or they find and help him)

Nya and Jay build new limbs and switches the his limbs for the newly made ones. The limbs are darker than the rest if his body and definitely not at advanced as his previous limbs but they work well for the work they do and the look more like his first body (they kinda just looks like black prosthetics and begins at the knees and elbows). This makes him feel a lot more comfortable in his own body.

Time line is like this

Thats all thanks :]

[tellsfromninjago]

Sketch

[starsabovethesun]

Giving LEGOS a gender and sexuality because I can :)

Lloyd: Transman, aromatic asexual (he/they)

Kai: Bigender, queer (he/she)

Zane: Agender, demi-romantic pan asexual (any pronouns except for it/its)

Cole: non-binary, greyromantic, gay, demi-sexual (he/they/she)

Jay: Genderfluid, pan, asexual (she/they/zap, occasionally uses he/him)

Nya: Cis woman, bisexual (she/her)

Pixal: unlabeled, aroflux, neptunic (he/pup)

Skylor: Transfem, lesbian (she/her)

Vania: pangender, queer (fae/she/xey)

Morro: non-binary, questioning (they/he)

Echo: demi-gender, lesbian (they/it)

Harumi: transfem, lesbian (it/she)

Akita: wolfgender, aromatic (woof/they)

Sora: transfem, bisexual (they/meow/she)

Arin: non-binary, aromatic asexual (they/them)

Wyldfyre: love and gender are suggestions (any pronouns)

Euphrasa: demigirl, pansexual (they/she)

Geo: transmasc, uranic (he/him)

Mr. Frohicky (because why not?): non-binary, queer (he/they)

Wait I forgot-

Wu: cisgender, asexual (he/him, doesn't mind they/them pronouns)

Misako: cisgender, straight (she/her) (she's the biggest ally though)

Garmadon: genderqueer, gay (literally doesn't care what pronouns are used)

Vinny: transmasc, omni, aceflux (he/him)

Btw uranic means you like all genders except for women and woman-aligned non-binary people, and neptunic is the opposite of that :)

[alicre]

One ss ,one character, 2 years appart!

Tha original ss:

[astro-nomaly]

Hemlock Sugar Rush (Greenflower)

...listen I hyperfixated.

This takes place vaguely in the pocket of time Wu is missing in the time stream but that doesn't actually matter it's just an excuse for Lloyd to live alone. I was gonna include a Brad POV, but this is 7k, so fuck that noise.

@mother-spore-missa @highbookwormofthecentury @flirty-anon @ren-cerati (idk if you like greenflower but here's some greenflower lmao) @gre3n-bl0ssom

CW: stalking (Lloyd is into it), dark romance (actually romantic as Lloyd is into it), possessive and obsessive behavior, references to past non-consensual stalking, freak4freak behavior these two are batshit crazy. Oh and they make out at the end if that squicks you out. Not like graphic tho 🤷‍♀️

Content under the cut. I wrote this in a day and only spell-checked so don't expect poetry

Hemlock Sugar Rush

Lloyd Garmadon, the Green-sometimes-Golden Ninja whenever it's convenient, Chosen One, World Savior like five times over — no need to thank him — and grandson of technically God with a Capital G but it's chill don't even worry about it, has a stalker.

Out of context, this wouldn't even be that weird. See, Lloyd is a pretty big deal (as per the reasons listed above), and he's had multiple small-time stalkers over the years since becoming the Green-sometimes-Gold-but-usually-Green-for-simplicity's-sake Ninja. More than a few overly obsessive hero-worshipers, Pythor when the snake was skulking around trying to sap his powers, a really weird religious fanatic, the list goes on. He's not even the only one! Kai has his share of obsessive fangirls that haunt his Chirp like ghouls, Nya has a really weird public image, Cole and Jay have both been stalked online, and Zane deals with fanatics obsessed with the rise of artificial intelligence and robot uprisings on the regular.

When you're a hero ninja group that keeps saving the world, you tend to work up an audience. And sometimes that audience gets weird. Lloyd's learned to accept it. Kai has always been pissed about Lloyd's stalkers in particular, but he's protective over Lloyd when it comes to everything. They never go very far anyways, aside from Pythor but that slimy bastard doesn't count because he was an actual supervillain. Lloyd and the others always manage to either dissuade or arrest stalkers. It's not a pleasant ordeal, but it is a manageable one.

However, this stalking is not 'out of context'. This is a very unusual stalking.

For one, they're good. They're so good, in fact, that Lloyd can never trace anything back to them. Never a hair or lint out of place. So good, in fact, that for a while, Lloyd didn't even know they existed.

Best he can figure, his stalker has been around for a very long time. Other stalkers/obsessive fans/religious fanatics are usually pretty sloppy. They take pictures with their shutter sound on, they like and save every single social media post in rapid-fire succession, hell, some of them are bold enough to try sending DM's. They're easy to trace and easy to deal with.

But this stalker is really, really good. It's been a few months since Uncle Wu's disappearance into the time stream, a few months of Lloyd operating in Ninjago City alone save for Pixal's help in city surveillance and keeping an eye on the others. He'd moved deeper into the city to better keep an eye on criminal activity. Pixal had convinced (re: threatened) the mayor into paying for the over-the-top high-rise Lloyd lived in. Personally, even though he really shouldn't feel this way, Lloyd thinks a fancy penthouse is the least this city could give him after all these years.

It's been an adjustment, for sure. He isn't used to living on his own, even though Pixal invades his smart-fridge (he really doesn't know why his fridge has a built-in facetime function) on the daily to check in. But he likes it anyways. The independence is nice, even if he does get terribly lonely most days.

Well. He did, until his stalker slipped up.

Again — they're crazy good. From what he's figured out, they've been stalking him for potentially years at this point, and nobody ever noticed. It was a bit of a terrifying notion at first. Either they've gotten bold now that most of his family is split up around the world, or they've gotten obsessive to the point of foregoing their usual caution. Because someone doesn't evade the senses of six superhuman ninja without a healthy amount of caution.

The first sign was his window. It was a little creaky, and the apartment being so high, nobody had done maintenance on the exterior for a long time. It kind of annoyed him, but he didn't really care to fix it, especially not after long nights spent fighting crime. One day, after a particularly exhausting drug bust, he'd stumbled into his room and found his window wasn't creaking anymore. He'd shrugged it off and gone to bed, assuming Pixal had done it.

But a few days later, when he thought to ask, she denied any involvement with genuine confusion. It had irked him, but he'd ignored it. Maybe it had just stopped creaking on its own.

But then things got more and more suspicious.

His gi always had less bloodstains in the morning than he swore they had the night before. His candles never burned out. His bike never needed fuel. His fridge was always stocked with the good caffeinated tea, even though he didn't buy it and Pixal swore up and down that she didn't know he even liked that stuff.

At first, he could brush it off. He had misremembered the fight. He had fantastic candles. His bike used insanely efficient fuel, approved by Pixal, Zane, Jay, and Nya. Somebody else on the team was buying the tea for him online.

But things kept stacking up. Things he couldn't call coincidence, or luck, or chance. His plants were watered, their pots rotated so they faced the sun. That couldn't be Pix — she was never physically in the apartment. She took to possessing his TV and fridge instead, and her pixies stayed at the base to help her out with repairs and mechanical work. There were vegetables he didn't buy in his fridge, and his cabinets were more organized.

Whenever he received a genuine picture or gift from a fan on the street, it was shredded to hell the next morning.

It should freak him out. It should make him nervous, and paranoid, and running to his siblings for help. His stalkers have never been this bad before. They've never broken into his house and been close enough to clean his gi without him knowing.

Instead, he likes it.

That's weird, right? He's still just seventeen. He feels like an adult these days. Kai and the others used to say that he wasn't because he 'didn't have a real job' but neither did they, and being the Ninja counted as a real job now that the mayor was actually paying them for it. He didn't pay bills either, but that was because he had a fifth-grade education and never learned algebra. Still, he's seventeen, which makes him technically a minor. For all he knows, this is some sick freak of a pedophile, or another religious fanatic that knows way too much about his heritage.

But he's still excited. Ignoring all the reasons that's a horrible thing to feel about a stalker that can break into his penthouse without Pixal noticing, this person makes him feel exhilarated. Because lately, they've been leaving clues.

Little things. Things you'd have to be a ninja to pick out. Footprints in the grass next to his bike. Flower petals scattered a little too far from their pots to have fallen there naturally. Once, even the smudge of a fingerprint against the counter.

Once, a sticky note.

It was taped to his nightstand. He'd woken up that morning, none the wiser to the person who'd apparently been inside his room while he slept, and found a little green sticky note with cutesy heart doodles and flowers drawn in glittery gel pen. He'd felt real, genuine fear for a tense few minutes, struggling to breathe past the panic of somebody skulking around his room in the dead of night. But once he'd calmed down, he felt excitement replace the anxiety. Someone had broken into his room — and they'd left him doodles.

He'd placed the note back where he found it and continued his day like it never happened. A few mornings later, another sticky note came. This one had a more detailed drawing. Lloyd had hesitated, his total of three brain cells yelling at him to stop being stupid, before he'd left his own little note on the picture in thin pen strokes: what's this flower called?

He didn't get a written response — he never did. But the next morning, he woke up to a printed article about Morning Glories. He'd done a little digging online, and found that they apparently symbolized infatuation. That alone should've made him panic. Instead, he'd sat in his chair, staring at the screen, and blushed like an idiot.

So… he'd sent something back. His own little sticky note with a crude, traced doodle of a Queen of the Night desert flower.

His stalker had been overjoyed, if the twenty (yes, literally, he'd counted) little notes filled to the brim with hearts and doodles and Morning Glories wrapped around Queen of the Nights were anything to go by. And again, like an idiot, he'd blushed and resisted the urge to giggle when he woke up to them all scattered across his room.

Look. Here's the thing — Lloyd had never been a very independent person. As a kid, he'd felt completely isolated in Darkley's. When he was kicked out, he latched onto the first 'friends' he could find, and they turned out to be rotten assholes. Then he had the ninja to latch onto, and the first time he was separated from them it was because he'd been kidnapped and held in a cage in the middle of the damn desert, then almost died in a volcano. He's grown up since then, but the experience made him pretty clingy to his siblings. This was the first time in years that he's been truly independent of them. Being so attached to his siblings, and between all the world-saving, he's never exactly found any room for external relationships. Sure, he kept kind-of in contact with Skylor, but she was Kai's girlfriend. Didn't really count. Lloyd didn't have anybody who he could call his.

But now, there was someone he had all to himself. The adrenaline rush was like a sugar high. Maybe that's why he keeps it secret from Pix — selfishly, stupidly, he wants to hoard this person that draws him flowers and hearts on sticky notes.

So he does. Pixal checks in often, but not often enough to notice. Lloyd tells her all is well, he's getting on fine, criminal activity is manageable. At night, he researches a new flower to trace for his secret stalker, and leaves the sticky note by his bed.

He could leave it literally anywhere else. Pixal respects his privacy enough to not enable security cameras — which Lloyd really should do, but somehow that feels like cheating, and he has a feeling his stalker would get around them anyway — so he could leave the notes anywhere in his apartment and the stalker would find them. Why he encourages them to tiptoe around his room, he has no idea. He doesn't stay up for them, or set up cameras or tripwires or alarms. He lets them come. For some insane reason, he trusts this person not to kill him in his sleep.

One day, he thinks to ask a few questions. So he prints out a nice little photo of Borage — bluntness and directness — and asks, what's your name?

He sets it carefully on his vanity — listen, he needs some form of self-care and Pixal says he needs to do something other than play video games in his limited free time — and goes to sleep with adrenaline in his stomach.

He wakes up to a miniature sea of notes taped to his mirror. Incomplete lines go over every tiny square, completely incomprehensible. So Lloyd makes himself toast — he has the good bread, which he doesn't remember buying — and sets to work decoding. Eventually, he figures out it's a puzzle. Rearranged, the notes form a large flower. He scans the pile for some kind of clue as to what flower it is, and finds the answer on the back of his own note from the night before. In deep, blood-red ink, are the words red Camellia.

He's embarrassed to admit he rushed to his computer for the answer. Almanac, Red Camellia: "You’re a flame in my heart". A hot blush had eclipsed his face that morning, followed by a rabbit hole of searches that include, but are not limited to:

What to do if my stalker is in love with me

Does red camellia mean they're in love with you

What to do if I'm in love with my stalker

How to know you're in love

Is consensual stalking a thing

…it was a weird morning.

They continue to play this dangerous game. Lloyd knows it's dangerous — how many times had he been told, as an oblivious kid, that feeding into this kind of stuff would only make the delusions and obsessions worse? He's knows it's incredibly dangerous. This person knows he's the Green Ninja — his identity isn't exactly a secret — and they seem to know literally everything else about him. They could hurt him with that knowledge.

But that's just the thing: they don't.

This person does seem to know absolutely everything about him, and it's so enticing. They know what brand of tea he likes. They know he sleeps in socks, because he needs to be as warm as possible while cocooned in his nest-like bed, and his socks are always miraculously warm when he gets home. They know he likes to play DVDs over streaming, and they're always tidy and unscratched.

So he doesn't do anything. He encourages it, even. Because there is something so close to a sugar rush about this dangerous game.

And Lloyd has always had an insatiable sweet tooth. His stalker knows it, too, because he begins waking up to chocolate chip pancakes. It's an excellent way to start the day, next to a fresh vase of white clovers — think of me.

They know so much about him that they only get him female flowers, because they know his overly sensitive nose can't handle pollen. They also know exactly what kind of allergy meds actually work on his insane metabolism.

He adores it. There is someone in the world who knows him so deeply they pay attention to the gender of the flowers they buy. Before this started, Lloyd didn't even know flowers had genders.

Maybe it's his weird, fucked up childhood that's made him find this behavior, which is genuinely atrocious in every sense of the word, endearing and exciting. He can't help it. The secrets he hides from Pix, the way he dodges questions during video calls with the others, the back-and-forth of messages and flowers… it's sweet. The adrenaline is like molten sugar and honeyed pixie sticks. It's caramel nougats and tart truffles. Soon, it's Fennel (flattery) and Fern (magic, fascination, secret bonds of love) and Gardenias (you’re lovely, secret love).

It's utterly intoxicating. Lloyd soon decides that, among the Ferns and Gardenias and Fennel that his admirer leaves him, he needs to start leaving gifts. In a frenzy, he abandons his usual routine of Saturday mornings — going to the park and breathing in fresh, non-acrid crime air and enticing ducks to jump in his hands, just because he can — and stays home to research 'candy language'.

…it doesn't go well. Apparently, 'candy language' means 'how to say chocolate in Sanskrit'. Which. Not exactly helpful to his weird stalker obsession. So instead, he goes out of his way to find those corny little candy hearts that have equally corny sayings on them like 'be mine' and 'only you'. He knows he's caught his stalker's attention by breaking routine, because they know every second of it by now, he's sure of it.

He doesn't think the candies are very good, but he leaves them next to the sticky note on his dresser anyways, with a little Morning Glory doodled on the paper. It's crude and he doubts anyone could identify the drawing as said flower, but he trusts in his scarily intelligent stalker to piece it together.

And so they do. The next morning, there is a brand new gift: a book. Lloyd, curious, opens to the first page. There is a flattened red Salvia — forever mine — between the pages and delicate words scrawled in gold ink. For you to read on Friday.

Their handwriting is the same as the only other note they ever wrote actual words on, the Camellia, but what really makes his heart pound is the 'Friday'. On Friday evenings, he stays up late to read because on Saturdays, he sleeps in before going to the park.

Nya once told him something she'd read somewhere: 'to be loved is to be seen'. She said that's how Jay made her feel — seen. Was this it? To be seen, as he was?

What does it matter if he's seen through his window, or the lens of a hidden camera?

He sets the book down, reverently, and leaves it there until he stumbles back home after another night of fighting crime with Pixal's assistance. He slips on fuzzy socks that are always warm, and drinks tea that he didn't buy, and doesn't bother going to the AC to change the temperature because he knows it's already set to perfect. He plops into bed, and opens the book.

It's delicious. Page after page is filled with fiction he never thought he'd be interested in. Stories about flowers that carve into your ribcages and sit there for eternity until you cough up thorns. Vines that hold you down until they can kiss you. Deadly nightshade and belladonna that turns your skin black and blue with bruised touches.

The best part is, as always, the flowers. After the third flower name he finds scrawled in the corner, he digs up his laptop and spends the night decoding. Yellow roses — jealousy — tell Lloyd that his stalker is jealous of the characters who confess to each other. Heliotrope — eternal love and devotion — tell him that his admirer thinks the character is pathetic compared to what they could do for Lloyd.

It's inane and absurd for Lloyd to think he can read the mind of who is probably a dangerous sociopath, but he doesn't care. There is someone in the world who has chased after him for possibly years, who knows him better than anybody, it seems, and who is eternally, deeply, helplessly in love with him.

He can't bear it much longer. It dawns on him how unfair their situation is. His stalker knows him inside and out, but all Lloyd can glean is gleaned from flowers pressed between book pages and gifted in glass vases. All his information is born from an almanac.

He grows them, this time. In between exchanging truffles and nougats and mints for Lady's Slippers — capricious beauty — and blue Salvias — I think of you — he grows flowers of his own. He has bought many plants from stores that he keeps on windows and shelves to make his home lighter and fuller in the absence of his siblings, and his stalker takes better care of them than he did. But this is a secret of his own.

He doesn't know if he can hide it from them, but he tries. First, he does his damnedest to find every single sign of surveillance. He puts tape on his computer cameras, peers into every corner, hell he checks the legs of his couch. He finds a few microscopic cameras, which should really freak him out but don't, and leaves them where they are.

He doesn't need to remove the cameras. He just needs to know how to find them.

His stalker knows he's up to something. They send him botanical horrors strife with mystery, and Columbines that mean curiosity in the most devoted sense. He sends them cherry-filled chocolate and a candy heart that says XOXO.

He finds his blind spot. He hopes they trust him enough not to fill it. He grows his own flower in between botanical horrors and crime fighting and sporadic bouquets that put every simple lily and petunia to shame.

Pixal notices his sporadic behavior. She asks him what's happened. He smiles and says that he's made a new friend, is all, and she tells him she's happy. Pixal is easy like that. They've gotten closer over these months that the other Ninja have been gone, but she doesn't feel the need to push into every facet of his life.

Why does he like it when his stalker does?

Maybe because they already know. He knows by now that they've had to have been following him for years now. There's something sweetly exhilarating about that — being trailed by an obsessive flower without ever noticing. Are they nightshade? Belladonna? Foxglove, Lily of the Valley?

He wants to know how sweet those flowers are. Will they taste like honey on his tongue, or pixie stix? Pocky, or sour patches?

There is someone who knows him inside and out, and he wants desperately to meet them. To hear from their own lips what they think of him.

He writes this on a sticky note, next to a heart that says 'don't be shy, be my valentine', which is horrendously cheesy and not half as elegant as his stalker's beautiful flower language. 'Who are you? Why do you love me?'

They send back a bouquet. It sits in a glimmering emerald green vase with gold rim, bursting with color. Daffodils for generosity, Gladiolus for heroism, Orchids and Irises for beauty, and Panda Lilies for loyalty, devotion, and secret love.

They send no sign of who they are. But the confession is enough to make his heart race, his cheeks flame, and his skin crawl with hot fireflies.

He must be really, really messed up to like being stalked and having his house broken into. This person is cooking him food, and he just eats it! They could do anything they wanted to him. He doesn't care. Because they both know.

Lloyd could end this as easily as they could. Lloyd could power up his ethereal element and wipe them from the face of the planet as easily as they could slip foxglove into his oatmeal. Lloyd could have twenty high-tech lasers pointed at them before they stepped foot inside as easily as they could slit his throat.

It's a game. A game of passing notes like high schoolers, and of Lloyd changing the passcode to his front door every week, and delving into the hidden messages in between forest rot and poison love. In between growing secret flowers.

Finally, finally, after three months of the exhilarating back and forth, something happens.

It was a long night. Some gun-trading organization had set themselves up big, and Pix was busy on the other side of town with a shitshow of a monorail wreck, so Lloyd went in alone. He wasn't shot, but he was kicked around.

He leans his forehead against the cool metal of the elevator as it hums, dutifully raising him to his apartment. At least at the end of the day he has a penthouse with a personal gym to go home to. Perks of saving the world five times over.

He stumbles across the short carpeted hall, probably dripping blood from a still-broken nose, and rocks against his door. He fumbles with the passcode, but the door is already slightly ajar. Nerves buzz in his head. That's not right. He locked it, he was sure of it.

He breathes out slowly, silently, through his mouth. He doesn't bother pulling his mask up — his nose protests the idea, and whoever's in here must know whose apartment they're inside. He silently prays that he really did just leave the door open, but he knows he didn't.

He slips inside, perfectly silent, exactly as his uncle and father trained him. The lights are off. He inhales through his nose, as deeply as he can without aggravating it too much. His apartment smelled normal… no. More flowery. Like the plants he stuffed into every available corner had grown in intensity. His pointed ears flicked. There was a grinding noise, coming from the kitchen. A garbage disposal?

He slinks down the hall, quiet as a cat. The disposal grows louder.

There is a person in his kitchen. Lloyd holds his breath, watching them with green eyes like crescent moon slits in the dark. Their silhouette is dark and featureless, but they appear incensed. They're violently shoving something down the garbage disposal, swearing to themself. They're a few inches taller than Lloyd is, not very thin but not very bulky. Muscle built from regular exercise like jogging and physical labor. Not a gym rat, but no slouch. From the way they hold themself, they don't seem like they'd be good in a fight. Their center of gravity is off, and their twitchiness isn't a good sign.

Lloyd sniffs the air. More of that scent. It's achingly familiar. The stranger's swears grow minutely louder, and he makes out "I'll hunt them down and shove hemlock down their eye sockets" before he intervenes.

"What are you doing in my kitchen?"

They freeze. Lloyd holds a glimmering sphere of pulsing green energy, his element more than willing to burst. The eerie green light scatters through the room, illuminating the contours of the intruder's face. A boy with tan brown skin, an angular face, and soft brown hair. It's not shoulder-length like Lloyd's, just long enough to curl around the nape of his neck.

His eyes widen. Those are brown too, a honey color like toffee. The intruder rips out what he was shoving down the garbage disposal — a bouquet of roses.

"Fuck," he whispered. His voice wasn't very deep, wasn't very light. It was low from his whisper, carrying more weight than to be expected of such soft sounds. "I almost forgot how quiet you are."

Lloyd steps forward, jaw set. "Who are you? Why are you in my apartment?"

The stranger's jaw ticks irritably. They hold up the tattered bouquet. "Really, Lloyd?" He whispers. It startles Lloyd to be referred to by his first name. The intruder's eyes grow manic, filled with rage. "I don't mind the gifts. Really, I don't! A charm bracelet, a beaded necklace, stick figures and macaroni art — it's adorable, seriously. How much your fans love you." Fans? Lloyd's face begins to flush on reflex. The intruder's lips quirk, but his eyes don't lose their manic sheen. "You deserve the recognition, the fame, the accolades. You deserve it all and more. I love how much you love their gifts. But this?!" They shake the roses. Broken petals flutter to the floor. "ROSES?! A Sunflower, a Carnation, hell, even Ivy! But red ROSES?!"

He's begun stalking toward Lloyd, blood red petals trailing in his furious wake. Lloyd finds himself backing up. "You accepted roses," the intruder spits, "from a stranger! Roses! How could you?!"

He's betrayed, Lloyd realizes. Betrayed by Lloyd's actions. This afternoon, before heading out for the night again, Lloyd had happened upon a fan. A girl around his age who had shyly given him one, before rushing off stammering and blushing. He hadn't kept the roses out of some kind of requited love.

And now, he's pissed off his stalker.

Lloyd bares his teeth, thin fangs glinting from the ball of green light glistening around his fingertips. "Back up, man," he threatens.

He doesn't. Faster than Lloyd can blinks, he whips out a thick white cloth from his pocket and lunges forward. Lloyd dodges to the side, but his assailant just smirks when he does. Before he has time to question it, vines are erupting around his feet and entangling his legs. He stumbles, and the intruder takes the chance to press the cloth against his mouth and nose. He reflexively sucks in a breath, and then he's gone.

He wakes slowly. The lights are on — the warm lamps, not the overhead fluorescent fixtures. The room smells of his abundance of flowers — no roses — and food. He groans, shaking his head as he sits further up.

He's propped up against the arm rest of his couch, a pillow pushed snugly behind him and a blanket he didn't own yesterday over his legs. He notices that his hands and forearms are bound together with soft ribbons of felt and silk. His mouth isn't gagged.

"You're awake," a soft voice says behind him. He turns to find the intruder with wide honey eyes filled to the brim with devotion and excitement. Similar excitement curls in his stomach.

He's been knocked out and tied up, and he wants to- what? Make out with the guy who did it?

"I knew you would be," his stalker babbles reverently, wrapping around the back of the couch to set a plate on the coffee table. "I had to up the dosage for your metabolism, but I made sure it was exactly right. I know exactly how much you can take. And I patched you up. I'll kill whoever did that to you." He's leaned in, now, breath hot and soft against Lloyd's face. He blinks. Turns to the plate.

"Is… that food?"

His stalker nods excitedly. "Yes! I know you've had a poor night. And I hate that you keep eating cup noodles for dinner — they make you lethargic. Here," he offers a forkful of pork chop to Lloyd, right up to his lips. Lloyd raises a brow.

"You're… going to feed me?"

"Yes."

"Why should I trust anything you cook?" Lloyd asks skeptically. It's a test. His stalker's eyes glint dangerously. Lloyd is quickly finding that he likes that dangerous look. After so many years of being a ninja, he's attracted to danger like a magnet to the north pole.

"If I wanted to kill you," his stalker whispers, leaning in, "I'd use Hemlock in your hibiscus tea. I'd put Nightshade in your toffee. I'd melt down Oleander and turn it into candle wax, and I'd put Aconitum in your air purifier." He lifts the fork again with a smile. The insane sheen in his eyes hasn't disappeared. "Please don't think I'd insult you like that."

Lloyd opens his mouth and accepts the food. He hums, swallowing. "It's good," he murmurs. His stalker's eyes light up in excitement, pride glowing in every feature.

"I know," they whisper frantically, "I used your favorite seasonings. I know everything about you, darling." Lloyd's heart skips a beat. Darling. So hopelessly romantic.

What's romantic about drugging and tying him up? About watching him through windows and hidden cameras? Everything, Lloyd thinks dreamily, drinking in every feature of the boy in front of him. He has a birth mark under his right eye. A small, faded scar on his cheekbone.

"Mm," Lloyd hums, letting the stalker feed him another bite. "I don't think I've told you how much I like your cooking before."

His eyes shine again, a proud grin overtaking his features. "I know you do," he speaks. He says everything quickly, like he can't wait to get the words out. "I know what your favorite dessert is, your favorite pasta and bread and tea- here," he presents Lloyd with a glass cup of hibiscus tea and straw. "For you."

He takes a sip. It's perfect. "Honey?"

"A drizzle," his stalker whispers reverently, "Just how you like it. I even know your coffee order, Lloyd. Your real one, not the one you let the barista keep mixing up. Want me to kill her for you? No, of course not, you're more noble than that." The stalker sighs dreamily, leaning in even closer. Lloyd couldn't avoid his eyes if he tried. "I love that about you, Azalea."

Lloyd's heart sings. He licks his lips, and doesn't miss how his stalker stares. "Azalea?"

"The mind-altering honey," his stalker responds. "Perfect. One of a kind. Wrong color, though I've been working on that."

"You breed plants?"

"You noticed!" His stalker exclaims, laughing. "Of course you did! You're so much smarter than anyone knows. That's how I knew you'd know, you know. About me. You figured it all out so fast. You're like a drug."

Lloyd knows what he means. This entire interaction has him feeling high as a sugar rush, liquid honey in his veins and starbursts in his eyes. He breathes in shakily. Not because he's scared, even though he should be screaming for Pixal by now. He's alight with nerves, prickling his skin with goosebumps.

"This wasn't how I had our first meeting planned," his stalker says quietly. "I was going to be more romantic. A meet-cute."

"Meet-cute?" Lloyd breathes, exhilarated.

"Yeah. I know you like the romance-y tropes," his stalker says, completely genuine. He's right. A little part of Lloyd, kept tucked away by duty and his overly complicated life, wants to be swept off his feet. "I'd bump into you on the sidewalk. I'd fall, but not really — I'd be faking it. You would help me up, apologize. Expect me to recognize you," he speaks at a dizzying pace in short, choppy sentences, breathless. "But I wouldn't. I'd ask for your name, and you'd tell me, brace for it- but I'd say nice to meet you, and-"

Lloyd realizes he's been tensing in anticipation. His stalker looks at him, devotion clear on his face. "I'm so angry at you," he confesses, hands wrapping around Lloyd's immobile one. He tenses, but his stalker just lowers his head until his forehead presses against Lloyd's knuckles. He shivers from the touch.

This is real. This is very, very real. How devoted is he, Lloyd wonders in an almost drunken haze. He wants to push it. See how far this boy will go.

"Why?" He murmurs innocently. His stalker glares up at him from under his thick brown bangs.

"Roses. Red. Roses. How could you?" His stalker gets up, but he doesn't get off. It's becoming very clear that this boy has no concept of personal space. He straddles Lloyd, arms caging him in. Lloyd lets him. It's exciting. The stalker snarls, but not at Lloyd — at the roses. "I'm better than roses. I know I am. I'd never send you roses."

"I thought red roses meant love?"

"They're pathetic!" His stalker exclaims, rising to the bait easily. "They're mediocre, basic, mainstream — everyone uses roses! There's no thought behind them! Who could give you Morning Glories in every color of your eyes? Who could know only white Hyacinths describe how lovely you are? I'm better than roses!"

Lloyd smirks at him. "I know."

He didn't keep the roses out of some kind of requited love. At least, not for his poor fan.

His stalker's eyes widen. Then he grins, with all his predatory teeth. "Of course," he whispers, laughing under his breath. "You're so much smarter than anybody gives you credit for." He brushes a hand under Lloyd's blonde hair, so softly. Lloyd has never appreciated being treated as delicate, but this isn't that. This is raw obsession. "You knew I'd be mad, didn't you? You kept the roses to make me mad."

Lloyd leans forward, lips brushing against soft brown skin so lightly they might as well not have touched at all. But his stalker stiffens and swallows thickly. "So what if I did?" He whispers. "Maybe I'm tired of this. Maybe I wanted to know as much about you as you know about me."

"I've been following you your entire life," his stalker says, "you could never catch up."

"My entire life?" Lloyd arches a brow. He scans his stalker's face. It's vaguely familiar. "Who are you?"

He laughs. He gets off of Lloyd, which is something he secretly mourns, and stabs into the food. Lloyd takes the bite while he talks. "I've been following you so long. At first I stayed online. Every video, every picture… it was never enough. I collected all your merch, you know. I've been waiting for this for so long."

Lloyd swallows. "How did you do that with the vines? How have you been in my room without waking me up?" He's hungry for the answers to their game.

"I've been breeding plants for years," his stalker says. "I have one for every occasion. As for the second part…" he waves the white cloth Lloyd was suffocated with. "Little bit of this. Small dosages, of course, and only at night."

Lloyd blinks. "I'd have smelled that."

"Not if I added it to your air fresheners and candles slowly over several weeks," his stalker responds smugly. Lloyd's eyes widen. Of course. His nose was too sensitive not to pick up on sudden smells, but… "You naturally filter out smells," his stalker says easily, like they're discussing the weather, "if they're familiar enough. And you have so many scented candles, it was easy to disguise my mix until you got used to it. It helps with the nightmares, doesn't it?"

Lavender and poppies. He smelled it every single night. Fuck, he thought it was his detergent!

"Well played," Lloyd admits. His stalker's eyes light up, practically glowing with obsession.

Is it bad that Lloyd likes it? Someone is so obsessed with him they went through the trouble of Pavlov-ing him with lavender and poppies. If a bouquet of roses is romantic, this is downright swoon-worthy.

His stalker brushes a knuckle over Lloyd's cheek fondly. "So pretty," he murmurs. "You have markings… your powers? It's the one thing I can't figure out."

"Maybe," Lloyd responds quietly. "I don't know either."

His stalker sighs. "I had it all planned out so well," he moaned, "a meet-cute. You'd be so excited to have found someone who didn't know you. No expectations. We'd text for three days, and we'd both flirt but you'd wait for me to make the first move… you're insecure like that," his voice is wistful and dreamlike, like he's sucked them both into a fantasy. "You shouldn't be. You're perfect." Lloyd blushes, squirming. He wants his hands free.

That's just the thing, though. He could get free easily. They both know it. He could topple this stranger in a second, blast his face off without breaking a sweat. That's the allure.

For whatever reason, Lloyd is in love with danger and fear. It's a result of falling from crashing ships and dancing around vengestone blades, of being possessed and kidnapped and stabbed and strangled. Danger is the one thing he knows intimately, and this danger in front of him is so enticing he feels high on it. A sugar rush. He is in love with the sugar rush of danger, and the boy before him is a skydive right into it.

They both know Lloyd can get free. They both like it.

"Then what?" Lloyd breathes. He wants to hear more of this fantastical date.

"I would take you to the movies," his stalker says, "I planned it perfectly. Opening night: a slasher comedy. You like scary movies, but you're jumpy. So naturally, you would grab my arm. We'd share a popcorn bucket, and I'd reach in whenever you did so our fingers brush."

It's so romantic Lloyd wants to bite something. The amount of detail, the precise planning… this isn't a stalker that wants to stare at him forever like a doll, or keep him stationary in a basement. This isn't a stalker with delusions and no sense that he's a person. This is a stalker that wants to stare at him forever like something divine. Who wants to keep him inside his ribcage so they can share a heart.

His heart pounds.

"I'd walk you home," his stalker says softly, "and you'd invite me to stay." He's right, Lloyd would. "You'd feel bad for making me stay on the couch, so I'd say we should both camp out and sleep on the couch together. You would agree, and we'd spend the night talking. Reminiscing. Catching up."

Lloyd tilts his head. "Reminiscing?"

His stalker's eyes sparkle. "Of course. You remember me, don't you?"

Lloyd searches his face. There is a distant tug of familiarity. Not to the face — to the plants. He slowly shakes his head. "I… no…"

His stalker holds his hands in both of his own. "Brad," he whispers desperately, "Brad Tudabone."

A boy taller than him. A boy with blood on his angry fists. A boy who hit him first, yes, but then hit anybody else who dared touch him three times as hard. A boy who was nice to him, and got so horribly defensive and protective that he broke bones for him. Foxglove in secret, nightshade in the shadows, oleander in private. In the soups of Lloyd's bullies, and black mold in the shadows of the teacher's quarters.

"Brad," Lloyd whispers reverently, eyes lighting up in recognition. "From Darkley's."

"I knew it!" Brad exclaims, beaming. "I knew you'd say that!"

Lloyd laughs breathlessly. A distant past so old he hasn't thought of it for years. "How long?" Lloyd asks. "How long have you been in love with me?"

"Forever," Brad says, pressing a numb kiss to his knuckles. Lloyd's face burns, and he fights back a childish giggle. "You were perfect from day one. I've been so obsessed with you… nothing is ever enough. The first person who was nice to me… you were like the sun, Jessamine."

"Jessamine?"

"The twining vine," Brad answers. "Beautiful. One flower is enough to kill a man."

"I've been growing you something," Lloyd confesses, lurching forward, "in the blind spot."

Brad smiles. "I know. I know everything about you."

"Do you know what I'm growing?"

"Not yet." It's a promise.

"Hydrangea."

Gratitude for being understood

"Perfect," Brad whispers frantically. "FSM, you're so fucking perfect. I wanted to wait until I was done. I would've been done with it-"

"With what?"

"Ornithogalum. The Star of Bethlehem," he whispered, cupping Lloyd's cheek. "Toxic. One of a kind. Could kill a grown man with ease." He isn't talking about the flower. "So dangerous. So beautiful. For you, darling."

Lloyd breaks the bindings and flings his hands around Brad's neck. His lips taste like poison in the best way. Gardenia, Forget-Me-Nots, Honeysuckle and red camellia and salvia in the best way.

Mine. Mine mine mine, says Brad's mouth against his, whispering reverently. He's been cornered in his apartment for months, stalked by a predator armed to the teeth in poison. A predator who lied in wait until his protective family vanished and he got comfortable alone.

He loves it. Someone who wants him so fiercely, with such devotion, to wait years and years just for the chance to fake a meet-cute?

Roses would never be enough. There is only the sugar rush of a boy made of hemlock and nightshade, draped in jessamine and red salvia falling from lips made of camellia.

"Yarrow," Lloyd whispers between frantic kisses, pressed into the couch as he tastes the honeysuckle on Brad's tongue. "Yarrow."

"I'll ruin you," Brad says suddenly, lifting his head and staring down at Lloyd with frankly really fucking hot intensity, "for anybody else. You're mine. I'll kill anyone who thinks about taking you from me, got it?"

Lloyd nods and pulls him back down. "Yarrow. Everlasting love."

Lloyd Garmadon has a stalker who leaves him poison and thorns and the most beautiful flowers in the world. Roses would never be enough. Only yarrow and hydrangea and obsessive red salvia.

[nokkomo]

Just me being silly again~

Apologies for the grammar/spelling mistakes :,>

I N E E D Jay content, so I'll drop a hc that I have about him. He LOVES to do makeup but only for him and Nya because the others used to make fun of him. Later on, they found out that he was pretty skilled, so now they ask for makeup everytime they can (fun fact: part of this is technically canon)

Smol context for the end: After analysing many romantic shows, Zane wanted to impress Pixal with his looks and asked for help

[spinchip]

Will any of the fights be different than in canon? ESPECIALLY since Zane and Nya are now competing,,,, do you have any ideas for that? Is the Jay-Cole fight still gonna be a thing, and if so, how will it manifest? (I imagine it would be similar to canon except w/o all the initial fighting. But the lack of Zane in the dungeon completely removes the core of Cole's subplot while he's down there, even if it does eventually become a general "ok lets figure out how to free everyone" thing. I could also see them BOTH being sent down there,, Chen WAS trying to do that when he saw that neither of them were willing to win ("so both of you will lose" etc. etc.)... And the Jay and Cole here are different from canon in that they're much more ride-or-die w/ eachother, so to speak, given that they have no one else.)

Pixal is sort of filling in for Nya's role this season, right? How does everyone react to.. yknow... android (THE WORD NINDROID DOESN'T EXIST IN THIS UNIVERSE EITHER.... our whimsy.... gone....) or does she stay out of sight entirely (or never get her cover blown? Does she even do the disguise thing that Nya does?),,, My main question is, does Zane see her as an android and if so, how does he react...

Karlof is out on the Jade blade section of the tournament so Nya essentially takes his spot on the bracket. i thiiink that makes it evenly balanced since Zane doesn't participate. the Jay-Cole fight still happens (they're both really upset they're fighting each other) but they give it their all and Cole eventually throws the match because of Zane lol. Lloyd wins all his fights 1) because he's genuinely a fantastic ninja and he knows spinjitzu and 2) because most of them will hold back because they're fighting a literal child lol.

Zane never officially competes in the tournament!

SO the boatride to chens island in a day and a half long and then, when the arrive, there's at least three days of downtime before the actual tournament begins. this is where we get a lot of character interactions. Cole and Zane form a fast friendship then, Chen gathers all of the contestants for dinner where Zane openly challenges him and hints he knows more than Chen expects. Chen, threatened by this, makes zane... disappear.

but not before Zane catches on to the fact he's in hot water and literally says to Cole, "Come find me." the morning after that dinner, Chen regretfully announces that Zane has a family emergency and had to take their only boat back to land late last night... so everyone is effectively stranded for at least three days on the island... and zane is no longer competing. Cole realizes something fishy is going on and when he loses to Jay, he looks for Zane down in the dungeon.

Pixal IS filling in for Nyas role and she absolutely does not hide her nature. she monitors chens palace for a while, gathering intel. She ends up being pestered by a falcon that just wont leave her alone >:[ finally, She sneaks into clouses room and steals the spell page during a time when he shouldn't be there fort a while. Clouse catches her in the act and she tries to run but she's caught. Falcon swoops down and tries to grab the spell page but she tries to hide it, suspicious of the bird being under clouses control before Falcon reveals his robotic nature and attacks the members of chens cult surrounding her. reassured he's not clouse or chens pet, she gives him the page before she's captured and he disappears out into the forest around the island.

pixal is brought to the dungeon and thrown in a cell. she breaks out because she's awesome. eventually she finds cole and the others and agrees to help him hunt down Zane which they do!!

i would say everyone is visibly weirded out and freaked out by her android nature, but she doesn't let it bother her. she sees her existence as a point of major pride. Zane doesn't outwardly react to her appearance, seemingly neutral on it.

Pixal, with pride: i am the worlds first android. i am the most advanced technological being on ninjago!

zane, thinking: oh she is going to be very mad

[minipix-seven]

Ha! Imagine spelling worse than a dragon! No offense Riyu!

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Sign up for what though? And as I am not an elemental master, I cannot unlock my true potential as I have none. Also “test subject initiative”?! This feels like it could be an illegal lab experiment…. I am afraid for the safety of the merged lands I will have to bring this to the attention of my teammates.

@im-r3al-green-ninj4 @kaijiang-irl @nya-of-water @colebrookstone-irl @superstar-ninja-jay-walker @zane-borg @arinn-irl @sora-irl @wyldfyre-irl (we have no Frak account) @riyu-irl

My teammates have now been notified.

[a-big-chicken-nerd]

its so crazy that aspheera not only knew about the never realm, but had a staff that specifically was for banishing people to it?? like its this realm that nobody in the entire world has ever even heard of and even wu knows basically nothing about it besides it being a place you more than likely will never come back from . and aspheera just has a staff for it????

i know its also just like a general sorcery staff but seeing as pixal was able to use it to send the ninja to the never realm without any knowledge on spells OR the never realm so it kind of seems like that was . its main purpose??

like aspheera WAS training to be a sorceress working directly for the king so maybe the serpentine used to just do that back then.... send all their bad guys to the scary faraway realm that was too cold for snakes to survive in LOL idk. kind of like the way humans were banishing people to the cursed realm

[localguy2]

General analysis of DR Zane, S1 and S2 included (spoilers):

Man... Is this one a doozy...

Okay okay so, what I wanna touch on first and foremost is Zane's humanity, or his perception of his own humanity, because uhhh...

Folks the implications are NOT GOOD in the SLIGHTEST in regards to his Mental State and thinking process.

Something we've seen repeatedly throughout DR is that the merged realms and it's people in general don't view Zane as human, they don't see him as a person but more so a machine, or equipment.

We saw this first in S1E13 'Wyldly Inappropriate' we get introduced to "Zane Day", a day dedicated entirely to Celebrating Zane and who he is, and it sounds really sweet and it is- but...

It's celebrated in the worst possible way ever.

Zane is treated like a robot, like striaght up robot, when people speaks its all in an attempt to mimic a robotic voice, and sometimes people end up saying stuff that's really offensive to him (Zane look alike contest).

Heck, even other Nindroids are in on it.

This sorta paints a sad picture in regards to Zane, because it implies that the city (or maybe entirety of the Merged Realms) see Zane as just a robot ninja with cool powers, nothing more, nothing less.

And we see this a second time in S2E7 'Fugitives from Madness' and S2E8 'Secrets of the Wyldness', in which Zane and Cole fight off The Administration, and yet again we see how Zane's Humanity is absolutely disregard, heck it's even violated in this scenario, they don't even acknowledge him as a person, The Administration straight up calls him "Equipment".

Equipment that's to be destroyed when taken, and that's despite Zane proving himself to be an actual being multiple times to the agents.

So, what am I getting at here?

Well, in simple terms, The World of Ninjago Post-Merge doesn't really acknowledge Zane's humanity or his personhood, of course, the average everyday civilian to a lot less extent then say, an entire organisation, but the wholehearted confidence the Agents of the Administration say that Zane is an object calls into question whether it's their actual personal beliefs, or protocols set by the Administratior.

And... You know what's the absolute worst part?

Zane doesn't even TRY to defend himself.

Striaght up, he neither tries to explain what Nindroids are to people during Zane day, and just goes along with the flow.

And when fighting The Administration, he even OFFERS himself to them in exchange to let Cole and Bonzel get away, granted you could say it was part of his plan to buy him and the others more time, but his continued insistence on trying to find a compromise with The Agents sorta hammers home his whole hearted belief that he's:

A) Expendable.

B) Not a person, but a machine/"equipment".

Now, this might be over analysis on my end, but I would also like to point out the scene where he plugs himself into The Administration mech and tries to decode/hack their netrowk and systems.

In that scene, his mech gets stabbed in the back with a massive sword from one of The Agents, and instead of immediately getting the fuck out, he stays Plugged in and KEEPS trying to hack their stuff, all in the hope that he can finish it in time before he gets fried alive.

Unfortunately, that doesn't happen, his circuits get fried completely and he passes out.

But, it again (directly or indirectly) hammers in points A and B, Expendable, and Nothing more then a machine.

(I would like to add as well, his this parallels nicely with PIXAL in S11 during 'Kiaju Protocol', their stubbornness, and something I've neglected to mention about Zane which EVERYONE knows, is his Self-Sacrificial and Nobel tendencies).

And you don't even have to make that many assumptions for all of this to be considered true, just look at what he says...

In S2E5 'The Spell at the Waterfall', Zane finds a plush made for him by Frohickey, of Frohickey himself.

When Zane asks why Frohickey made him this plush, Frohickey says that he made it so if Zane had any issue to take up with him, he could talk to the Plush instead (reminiscent of his PIXAL-Brush coping mechanism in S1).

And Zane... Well he striaght up lies, he says and I quote:

"I do not expiernce heightened emotions."

Which, yeah, okay buddy, sure...

Just ignore the time you shut off your emotions... Sure

But anyway, this is really really unusual for Zane to say, he might not be good at emotions, but he'd never ever deny the fact that he feels all of them.

Well... Unless he fully believes he's just a machine.

See what I'm getting at here?

If he doesn't believe he's more then machine, then he sure as hell will make wrong assumptions and judgements on his own personhood and emotions, and... Why shouldn't he?

Everything and Everyone in the merged realms sees as him as nothing more than that, regardless of previous experiences and events that have impacted him personally.

It's wrong, really REALLY wrong, but in his mind, probably not so much.

So, what do I think they writers are doing this?

I think personally, this is all subtle and slow build up to give Zane an eventual arc, perhaps in Part 2 of Season 2, or in Season 3 even.

Because, even Doc himself recognised that Zane's character has become very stale and boring during the last few seasons, and given how pretty much EVERY CHARACTER in the show has gotten something to do that involves their character, it'd be particularly odd to leave Zane out (well unless they don't know how to write him).

And it's why they're deliberately making Zane go and say these things, it's subtle, but when it's time to give him his own time to shine, it'll make a lot more sense.

This could also related to the egg/pod thing he woke up in under Imperium, because Doc also said that it's a matter for later seasons.

But it remains to be seen if the future planned Zane arc/story is connected to the egg he was in, we'll just have to wait and see really...

[tassitas-biggest-fan]

I remember the first time I watched Lego monkie kid I thought that Tang looked similar to Cyrus Borg. So you know what I did?

Obvs I headcannoned them as twins what else am I supposed to do 🙏

Here are my headcanons to my headcanons ‼️

- Tang and Cyrus liked the identical twin look, hence the fact they both have the same exact hairstyle even as adults.

- Tang constantly stole food from Cyrus. Cyrus had 5 cookies on his plate? Nevermind, now he has 4. He looks away for 2 seconds. Oh great. Now there’s 3.

- Despite liking the identical twin look, they never had the same interests. Tang was a historian and was absolutely OBSESSED with JTTW. Cyrus liked tech and all of that fancy modern stuff. Their split shared room was truly amazing.

- Whenever they’d get into those usual sibling fights, they’d have to be kept away extremely far from each other. This is because Cyrus would try and roll over Tangs feet.

- Cyrus considers Mk as his nephew, Tang considers Pixal as his niece.

- both are autistic. U cannot change my mind on this one.

- Cyrus helped Tang make his food review website

- (throwinf in my Tang and Pigsy are married headcanon for this one) Cyrus was one of the first people to know that Pigsy proposed to Tang. Also one of the first people to know that they were dating.

- Both moved out around the same time. Cyrus was the first one to get a job though.

- The ninjas have no idea that Cyrus has a twin brother. Only Pixal knows so far.

- Are in close contact. They give each other regular updates about their lives.

- Cyrus yelled so loud when he found out his twin brother was the potential reincarnation of Tang-freaking-Sanzang

- Tang yelled so loud when Cyrus sent a picture of the destiny’s bounty just parked in the sky somewhere

- Tang tries to visit as often as he can. Mk tries to tag along as much as he can

- Tang always tries to get Cyrus something whenever he’s on one of those mystic monkey adventures. Cyrus absolutely adores the little lantern city pin Tang got for him.

- Cyrus adores the technology in Megapolis, but doesn’t wanna move. He likes it here in ninjago.

- Cyrus adores spoiling Mk. The entire reason why bro has all that monkey king stuff is because of Cyrus. Cyrus best uncle 🙏

- the first time Pixal met Tang, she thought that Cyrus suddenly gained the ability to walk. Then she saw Cyrus entering the room and got very confused.

- The first time Mk met Cyrus, he thought that Tangs ankle injury got really really bad. Then he saw Tang pop out from behind Cyrus and yelled for a minute straight.

- when Mk was younger he’d always ask the next time they’d go back to see Cyrus.

- Tang texted Cyrus that “a random child is in my boyfriends noodle house” and then Cyrus texted back “Play dad”. Tang responded with “okay” while Cyrus spammed that it was a spelling mistake. 5 years later Tang responded to one of the spammed messages with a video of Mk riding a bike and Tang saying in the video “I taught him that”.

- Cyrus always looks forward to the noodles that Tang might bring to whenever he visits.

Hnnnagqhahhahnshha I love the Lego glasses 40 yr old haircut men heesssshhehaggshsh

[spork-supremacy]

Making a list of names in ninjago and the pun/double meaning attatched. these are very random ones in no specific order, mind you there are a lot of characters to choose from.

Jay Walker: self explanitory/ Jay for blue jay cause blue ninja

Kai: The scottish meaning of it is literally fire (In other cultures it has more ocean imagery though)

Cole: coal

Ronin Kognito: Ron- incognito

flintlock: name of a gun

lloyd Garmadon: sounds like lord garmadon

dubloon: Two faced character, two faced coin

monkey wretch: is monkey

scales: snakes have scales

pythor p chumsworth: He is vaguely like a python, and should not be your chum

neuro: neurology

tox: toxic like poison

Shade: shady mf- I mean shadows create shade

obscura: Shade obscures things

cinder: By product of combustion like smoke

ash: pretty much the same thing a cinder

chamille: master of disguise, chamileon

Nyad: Naiad, I know I'm spelling that wrong but I'm refering to those ancient greek water nymphs.

Pixal: Pixel

kalmaar: kalimari

Thats all I have so far, will add more, if anyone has any they noticed send them in if you want, so they can be added.

[avatar4life]

Credits : @crimson-cherry really love the art and the way they portray the ninjas is how I imagine them in this story. You all should follow them

Reader was playing once again in her room, alone again, as the ninjas were training with master Wu. She sat in front of the TV screen as she was shooting the space ships but got bored after a while 'man, I wish Lloyd was here to play' she thought as she paused the game and noticed that it was almost time to go to bed. She stood up and walked towards the outside door to see the ninjas chatting and teasing each other., noticing how close Lloyd got with the red ninja and his sister, almost acting like siblings, she felt a pang in her chest as she turned around and immediately walked towards her bedroom, which lucky was individual from the boys room. She walked past Pixal who looked at her worried and confused by her mood "Reader, are you ok? Your heartbeat seems elevated and your facial expressions shows you're upset. Would you like to talk about what's bothering you?" She asked gently as she looked at reader. Reader turned her head towards Pixal and glared at her as hard as a 10ys could do "yes I'm fine. Now leave me alone!" She said as she arrived to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She knew that it was unfair getting mad at Pixal but she was blinded by her anger towards Lloyd and the betrayal she felt at how he distanced himself from her but got closer to the ninjas, especially the red one who she doesn't even bother learning the name of and his sister. 'he's my brother. My twin, he should be playing with me instead of them. I wish everything could go back to how it used to be, without them. Just me and Lloyd, against the world' she thought as she got to her wardrobe and put on her pajamas and went to sleep, though it was hard as her mind was filled with the memories of her and Lloyd before the ninjas and their uncle Wu came along.

The next morning, she woke up groggily as she fixed her hair, putting two hair clips in it to keep it away from her eyes. She put on her school uniform and skirt before grabbing her backpack and going out of her bedroom, ready to go to school. As she walked she almost fell as Lloyd ran past her to go and eat breakfast with the ninjas, messing up her hair a little bit, and in doing so it bothered her as she fixed it up again. As she finally reached the living room she grabbed her school lunch and breakfast as the ninjas were chatting at the table.

"man I'm so happy I don't have to go to school anymore, I get to stay here without hearing the teachers all day" Lloyd said as he was eating his breakfast, sitting in between Kai and Nya.

Reader having heard his little comment slyly mocked him annoyed before walking out of the monastery and going down the monastery's stair of the mountain before reaching the bus stop and waiting for her bus. Once it arrived she got in and gave the bus driver her ticket before going to sit down, glaring at the monastery as the bus started again and put on her headphones to let her mind daydream under the music spell.

On the top of the mountain, on the monastery's rooftop, a spirit was watching the bus leave the bus stop under the monastery with a neutral look '...close, but not yet' it thought as it disappeared in the air, going unnoticed.

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As Reader arrived at school she couldn't help but noticed the subtle way everyone was staring at her, making her feel more alone as she usually had Lloyd with her. As she reached her classroom the teacher gave her a pitiful look 'poor child' she thought as she started to teach the class.

Reader was looking out of the window, not caring to listen to the teacher as she looked at the people outside. As she let her mind wander, she didn't notice a certain blonde boy looking at her interested from the other side of the classroom 'mh' he thought.

As soon class ended, she got out of there, ignoring Brad as she felt really annoyed by everyone around her, forgetting her notebook on her desk.

The boy picked up the notebook and looked at it before putting his gaze towards the classroom's door, where reader left in a hurry and put it in his backpack and went out of the classroom too.

The same thing continued until lunch time, Reader didn't listen to the teachers and glared at anyone who looked at her or tried to talk to her.

As lunch arrives she was standing by the cafeteria and noticed how everyone was sitting at least with someone, making her feel alone again as she didn't knew who to sit with and instead opted for an empty classroom aand started to eat her lunch as she went to get her notebook to draw a bit to keep herself busy, but, as soon as she didn't feel the notebook in her backpack she opened it wide and let all the stuff fall as she shook it in panic "no no no, where is it?!" She said worried "looking for this?" A voice said as she turned around and noticed a boy by the door, and then noticed the notebook in his hands. She got up and took it from him in a mix of relief and suspicion "yes! Oh, wait did you do anything in it?" She said as she flips the pages but doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She sighed and went back to eat her food by her desk, thinking the boy will leave after giving her notebook back, but , instead he sat next to her and noticed how little food she brought with hwe and decided to divide his own sandwich ans guve the bigger part to her, waiting for her to accept the offer. She looked at him confused but grabs the sandwich and eats it "thanks...you can leave now" she said while munching her food, avoiding looking at him, thinking he will leave like everyone else. "No" he said to her as he went to eat his own part of the sandwich, surprising her "no?" She said as she looked at him, confused and a bit annoyed at his words "I said no, I don't want to" he said to her as he also looked at her.

She blinked as she looked at him for a while, perplexed by his words "why?" She asked "cause I want to stay here, with you" he said to her with a small smile "...you do know I'm the daughter of Garmadon right? Lord Garmadon? The guy who wanted to destroy all Ninjago?" She said even more confused at him as she turned her chair towards him, eyebrows frowned "I know you don't worry. But still I want to stay here" he said as he took another bite of his sandwich "..why?" She asked annoyed, confused and a bit flustered "cause I want to be your friend" he said to her. She looked at him with wide eyes at what she heard "why? How do you know if I'm not as evil as my father?" She said looking at him suspicious, squinting her eyes at him as no one at school wanted to be friends with her, either because of the pranks she used to do with Lloyd or because of her father's reputation "are you evil?" He asked her with curiosity "..I don't know" she said looking away, feeling conflicted by her role in all that's been happening "that's enough for me then" the boy said to her as he shrugged his shoulders and finished eating his food. She instead looked at her unfinished piece of sandwich and then at him, still suspicious and confused"but what if in the future I want to be evil too?" She said looking at him with conflict in her eyes, thinking her will look at her differently due to the question she proposed. Instead though, he looked at her reassuringly "then we'll be evil together, me and you against the world" he lift up his hand for a dab. She looked at him surprised by his words, not thinking he will still want to be friends even if she wanted to be evil like her father was. She scoffed and smirked at him, feeling a sense of relief in her heart and dabbed his hand "alright then" she said to him before leaning against the empty classroom's wall "what's your name?" She asked and he smiled at her "Strymyr" he said to her "we're partners in crime now Strymyr" she said with a smirk "wouldn't have thought any less from you Reader" he said as they continued to chat until school ended.

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As she arrived to the monastery she was feeling lighter as she walked past the living room, where the ninjas were playing at their video games and towards her bedroom.

She closed the door and layed down on her bed, her mind replaying all the events of today before she smiles widely 'i have a friend' she thought before holding her pillow tightly and falling asleep for a nap.

The spirit was watching her from the end of her bed with a small smile 'getting closer but not yet'

"good nap little lighthouse' it thought

This is all for now, the nickname 'little lighthouse' is because I kept listening to the song Lighthouse by Nina Kraljic and it fitted to the whole 'pure light' plot.

This drawing is mine though 🤭 pls don't hate on it🙏 I know it's nothing compared to Crimson's art but I just wanted to add my touch on the fic too

[tornoleander]

Wow, you're the beta reader for bbnb? I didn't know that. (So you can confirm that Hat is infact not dead because I haven't seen any activity from them in a while and my brain always jumps to worst case scenarios)

Anyway, definitely didn't forget to respond for like a week, but here are some of my theories/scenarios:

-I still think Cole's the one who'll remember bits and pieces because A. He's a ghost B. Hat used he/him when talking about who will remember and C. It would be incredibly emotionaly impactful

-HOWEVER, I think Pixal could also remember some stuff. None of the emotional stuff but she did technically die when Nadakhan erased her. Besides, it could be fun to see her try to let Jay or Nya know she remembers while still stuck to Zane.

-also Zane's falcon died but he was never mentioned in this fic so 😔

-Jay DEFINITELY has c-ptsd. Like, 100%, I'm sure the nurse/psychologist whose name I forgor would agree with me

-I'm pretty sure Wu just died by some falling island or something like that. Or he could've died by the storm, that would be cool.

-I know he said that swearing is a sign of weak verbal skills but I feel like Jay would start swearing more for comfort. Like, Nadakhan hated it but never truly did anything horrible to him because of it :)

most of the scenarios in my head play out with the ninja being captured again

-for example, Jay using his internal electricity to shock someone when they all have vengestone

-or them getting tazed and Jay sending the current back like he did in the electric chair

-or they're all traped and saying shit like "there's no other option" or something and Jay replying with "suicide's still an option" like that's a normal thing to say which obviously worries the others

And then there's the non captured scenarios

-something something Jay falling into autopilot after being told/asked to clean to ship and ends up also cleaning the hull "Why are you cleaning the bottom? We're in the air and you're not even tied to anything???" ".... trauma response?"

-or just straight up Jay having a panic attack out of seemingly sowhere (Cole said he wished he could eat cake again)

Anyway, those are the things I could think of right now, there's more but it's 3:39am and I'm tired :3

Hope it's not too long lol

Yep! As of ch 15. Me and hat have been chatting for a while and I bug them for feedback on Art accuracy so I help them with some writing corrections too!

I have been working on beta reading earlier chapters as well currently half way through 4. It is certainly an experience but now I yell my feelings into comment instead of just the void

*reaches through horrific horror to correct spelling mistake.

Yup Hat is alive! They were just fixated on something else for a while but they are back.

Ok now for scenarios

-Cole remembering bits……. I will refrain from giving my thoughts.

-Pixal and Zane’s falcon died pretty early so I do think they may remember up till then but It probably wouldn’t help understand much.

-I don’t think Wu died? But it’s not impossible.

-CPTSD?

I will ask hat about this one but seeing as bbnb events qualify as at least 4/6 of these causes of it AND ptsd is a tag I’m going to give it a yeah. Cause non complex ptsd is typically less prolonged.

-the swearing I do think he might do more but not necessarily for comfort

-For your head scenarios I am not sure all the ways hat is planned show how the events of the fic messed him up. But I know they’re a big fan of consequences for events…

From what I’m guessing he is going to be trying his best to hide everything and it’ll be somewhat canon compliant? But to be fair He is pretty consistently the most mentally unstable ninja. Take This with a big grain of salt I’m saving the analysis for my skybound video, but his behavior does generally line up well with SA surivers. the first time that Jays a prisoner post Skybound is when he says “You don’t argue with a man who’s navel is that close”

Which

Drives me insane by the way

Side tangent, I’ve been doing a lot of Skybound digging for my eventual video essay. And my current best theory on why this is a line has to do with SA of men being played for laughs.

Like older audiences are supposed to hear that and find it fucking funny. It’s unfortunately not uncommon in kids programming. My quest to best explain why S6 is so uncomfortable has been… enlightening. Terrified of approaching a controversial topic so I have been learning a-lot about approach and how to not be awful. But my fixation is being channeled led into the eventual Skybound video.

Hope I answered what you wanted to know and It wasn’t purely my Adhd rambling