#genuinely thought you were one of the animators for the wild kratts when i first found your page

[ninjaslegosmains]

Introduction post

Hi! I'm Tex. If you're looking for my Ninjago writing blog, you can find it Here

I'm autistic, disabled, and no longer a minor. Knowing this; minors feel free to block me if you wish.

I go by any gender and any pronouns, and currently don't fall under any sexualities. Call me or refer to me however you like.

I'm not revealing my assigned gender to anyone so please don't ask. It shouldn't matter if I'm afab or amab anyway, since I'm just...Tex. (serious)

Aside from that, I block easily so if I find people who are racist, homophobic, pedophilic, etc. reblogging from me or following me, I'll block and move on.

My OC list: Anya - From my Alien AU (favorite right now) April, May, June, and August - Ninjago Movie OCs Mystrey/Tree - Ninjago show OC Mark, Jade, Gwen, Azar, and Eve - Ninjago Future AU

To keep it short, if people want to talk to me, stuff you should know is below the cut, along with my tags.

Special Interests:

Stuff I'm REALLY into currently: Cats (Warriors series included), Ninjago, stuffed animals, collecting teeth (legally and normally), sorting and organizing, bugs, Centaurworld, and minecraft. Also dogs now because I have two puppies and I love feeding them whatever I can that's not poisonous.

Stuff I like/was into in the past: nature documentaries, cheese, Wordgirl, Wild Kratts, squeaky toys, gardening, Phineas and Ferb, Amphibia, Zita the Spacegirl, pretty much any disney movie, eating oxalis (some people call it sour grass or sour clover, but where I'm from we called it lemon clover because it was a clover that tasted like lemons. Anyway I loved freaking out other kids when I was younger.)

Stuff I know about because of friends and siblings: Transformers, Five nights a freddies, sonic the hedgehog, pokemon, superheroes like spiderman and bat man, undertale, maybe other stuff I'm forgetting.

Tone Indicators:

I only know /gen for genuine and /j for joking. For anything else like sarcasm or seriousness, just do (sarcasm) or /sarcasm. Spelling out the whole thing will do a lot more for me than putting just the first letter and assuming I know what word that goes with.

On my end, everything I say is meant to be said in a positive way. I'm not good with sarcasm so I don't use it when talking to other people. (For example, saying "that's cool" might sound like something sarcastic, but for me it's a genuine "wow I think that's super cool and I like it a lot but I'm a little tired so I'm shortening my thoughts into two words")

Anything outside of my positive stuff will also be said with /serious for posts I don't want people to joke with me about, /joking for things that could come off as mean (which if I don't notice please tell me about), and /platonic for stuff like "I love you" and stuff.

Don't Talk to me About or Show me (serious):

Maggots are a no talk, no show. In general, wormy things and parasites are something I've had literal nightmares over, where I wake up slapping myself to "get them off me". I had to go home once because there were maggots in the compost at work and it made me physically sick. It's probably from watching a horror movie about worms when I was really little, and I haven't been able to get over the fear.

Oceans are a can talk, no show. I have a fear of them, even the ones in video games. Coral reefs are okay as long as there isn't a lot of open ocean in the background. I don't know what it is about them, but just the openness of like huge oceans, or the darkness of the deep parts, and even kelp forests scare me. Coral reefs are the only safe thing I can look at, please don't try to show me anything else asking "is this okay though?"

Mutilation is a can talk, no show. I'm okay with scars and small wounds and injuries, but not the kind that's like guts on the wall or open bodies. I can talk about it, yeah, but seeing images of it makes me feel sick, and sometimes I can actually faintly feel it on my own body despite not knowing how it's supposed to feel.

If you try to talk to me about or show me these images on purpose without any warning I'm going to assume bad intentions from you and block you.

Tagging:

#Do not interact - don't reblog/reply/like my post (used for serious things or stuff I don't want to talk about or have passed around) #Can reply - is added to "do not interact" for posts people can talk to me about

#OC posting - posts about my OCs. After this tag it will have the name of the OC(s) being shown or talked about #Ninjago alien AU/Alien Ninjago AU - either way it's written, it's about an au I developed. A document is yet to be made about it #Overwhelmed AU - an AU by @master-of-fluff and I! You can ask either of us about it.

#Tex lore - talking about my past or stuff I learn about myself

[ferryportlandingmayor]

Angsty Lacey Oneshot

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"I'm so sorry."

"I know it must be hard."

"You're not alone, Lacey."

That’s all I’ve been hearing for the past week. No, “How are you doing?” No, “I’m here if you need to talk.” It’s all people trying to make themselves feel better. It’s all bullshit.

My mom won’t have any of it, though. My complaining, that is. I keep telling her to tell people to leave me alone but she says I need to let people grieve. I really don’t care about other people at the moment. Because they all think my brothers are dead. But I know my brothers better than anyone. And I know they wouldn’t die from a venomous snake bite.

Aviva was the one to break the news. But I could tell she was hiding something. Sure, she was crying and it looked genuine, but having lived with the Wild Kratts Crew for a few months, I knew when she was legitimately sad. And when she was telling my parents how they couldn’t save my brothers in time, that was not one of those times. Besides, anyone who had their wits together could feel that there was a weird vibe in that room.

I tried talking to Koki about it. I figured I could get something out of her. But she’s an even better actress than Aviva. I mean, I could tell she was hiding something as well, but she wasn’t budging. And yes, I also tried Jimmy, but he wouldn’t say anything. He just silently cried. He might think they’re actually dead. Poor guy.

Their funeral is next week, though. It’ll have been two weeks. Some part of me wants to give into the grief and accept they’re gone but for some reason, I can’t.

But today my dad talked to me. He told me he misses them as much as I do. I don’t doubt that. They were his little boys. His little adventurers. And as we talked about how much we loved them, his voice started cracking, a sure sign he was about to breakdown. And when I thought he was about to lose it, he excused himself and walked out of my room. After he closed the door and left me to myself, I looked out my window.

It’s nothing special. Just the house that sat across from ours and the forest behind it. The forest my brothers took me into to learn about forest animals. The forest where my earliest memories were made. I was about to look away when I saw a hand grip my windowsill from the outside.

Another one followed, and then two more. I scooted back on my bed and fearfully watched as the two men pulled themselves up. And low and behold, it was my brothers, the ones who couldn’t die.

I rushed over, opening my window. I helped them in and placed my hands on my hips.

“What are you two doing alive?”

“You know us, Lace. The Kratts don’t die.”

I sighed and walked over to lock my door. I then pointed to my bed and said, “Explain.”

And so they did. In the end, they just needed a way to escape the fame. But they wanted to say goodbye to me first. Because they knew it’d be like separating two kids from triplets. You’d leave one depressed kid behind.

Once they were finished, we were all crying and hugging. They told me they’d write to me as much as they could, under a pen name, of course. And as much as I didn’t want them to leave, I had to let them go. They’re adults and they have their own lives now.

But man, their funeral was hard. It was hard knowing that they were out there and I was burying some fake body.