#its fine. i'll take a knife to it. we can fix the writing

[teethandclawsxx]

ough ouhhgggg no. no can it be....... iv'e lost the ability to write fast paced fight scenes? no it can't be.......

[bronzewool]

So, recently I just learned Relocation Depression is a thing.

Which isn't something I would normally associate with myself because my family moved around pretty much my entire life. Maybe my parents did a good job of cushioning the blow by turning it into an adventure. Moving means a brand new bedroom I get to paint, a brand new park to play in, a brand new forest to explore, a brand new school where my bullies don't go to. Sure, my old friends wouldn't be there but I have my older brother, and he's already my best friend so its fine.

This time however I'm not feeling the old joys of being in a new place, decorating my own apartment, trying new food, and making new friends. Everyone I love is now in a different time zone so now I have to workaround when is the best time to call. I can't see them on a whim anymore, can't tell them I how weird it feels being in a different country where the culture is different, the rules are different, the people are different and you feel like an oddity for just being yourself.

Lately I just feel tired.

I've felt tired for a while but I think I've just been ignoring the signs. I have trouble convincing myself to go to bed when I'm tired, I keep jolting awake at 3am convinced I overslept, and I'm stressed out at work. I'm gonna be taking on more responsibility and its becoming very clear there are gaps in my knowledge that I need to fix before anyone finds out I'm way underqualified. My new co-workers said some pretty transphobic shit over the course of my first week. To the point I've now associated the word "mental case" with my own sense of self because that's what they believe someone like me is. A mental case.

My gender dysphoria has shot through the roof, so now I'm stress eating again which is just feeding my dysphoria even more. I'm painfully aware I don't fit into my favourite jeans anymore, my fat is hanging in the wrong places on my hips, my breasts are getting bigger, and I couldn't come out of the closet even if I wanted to because my brain won't be satisfied until I "look how I'm suppose to look". Enby folk are all beautiful skinny androgynous people with dyed hair. I don't look like that, so I avoid looking in mirrors and critique my height, high-pitched voice and the other girly parts I want to hack off with a knife.

Worse, I can't escape my own thoughts because I constantly make excuses for why I don't have the time to enjoy any of my hobbies. Can't write my original story because I have a backlog of fanfics I wanna write. Oh, can't write any of these fics because there's too many WIPs and I'm overwhelmed by choice. I wanna RP again but I have too many muses fighting for attention and the muse I want to write for needs their own blog and that's my least favourite part of the process.

Writing is overbearing, lets do something else instead.

I want to practise drawing my own characters, but I lost any skill I had as a kid and its gonna take way too long to catch up and be where I need to be...maybe I should just watch youtube tutorials instead of practising.

I wanna learn Spanish on my commute to work, oh but I always listen to audible in the car. Which one do I pick? Maybe I should just listen to music that doesn't require me to pay attention.

I downloaded a ton of games to play so maybe I can do that instead. No, I'm not a little kid anymore. I'll just feel guilty for wasting the entire day away playing video games instead of doing chores.

Maybe I could watch this series on my watch list? No, I'm not really in the mood to give this thing my full attention...maybe I should just scroll social media. That doesn't require any brain power. Social media is always there for me. It would never hurt me.

I'm sad now...Maybe I should quit social media...but what else would I do?...Wow I'm lonely. I should talk to my friends...but its been years and I'm sure they're busy...and its gonna be weird to jump out of the blue asking to pick up where we left off...is that selfish?...Wanting to rekindle a friendship because you're lonely?...That doesn't sound like something a good friend would do...I wish I was a good person...maybe I would have done a better job of making time for my friends...I miss them...I'm sorry I was a shit friend...I wish we could go back to college and start over...I promise I'll appreciate you this time around...But you're married and have different prioritise now...it sounds nice having a roommate...it sounds nice having someone to go home to...

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Four)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood, graphic violence, death

Context: Elijah and (Y/n) hunt a couple of vampires down.

A/N: So I have quite a lot I want to write at the moment, meaning that I nearly forgot about this, so I apologise if it feels a little rushed. Again, the boys don't play a major role in this part, but they will later on in the story, I promise!

Masterlist

"Any chance we can try and keep this clean tonight? Clearing up is always a pain in this town." I whisper to the Hunter crouched beside me, our eyes fixed intently on the three figures further into the alley, their attention on something else entirely.

"I can't promise anything." Elijah chuckles lowly, edging forwards slightly as he draws his pistol, screwing on a silencer as he goes, signalling for me to do the same, waiting as I rush to obey him. Expertly, I cock the pistol and ready it for use, checking the clip silently in the darkness, taking off the safety as we move further into the alley, the two of us moving with each other as if we've been doing it for years. In unison, we lift our firearms to eye level.

"On three." Elijah commands, voice calm and steady, "One...two...three."

As one, we compress the triggers, the bullets tearing through the air as they hurtle towards our targets, easily finding their marks. Screeches of pain and outrage echo loudly in the alley as blood spurts from the wounds, though we don't pay any attention to them, cocking our guns again, firing at will, our rounds quickly depleting as every bullet finds its mark. Well aware that wooden bullets will not instantly kill them, we draw our stakes and step out of the shadows, advancing on the three vampires recovering on the floor. Upon seeing us, they snap back upright, teeth bared in anger and pain, eyes flashing ominously as they mimic our moves, stepping in time with us, ready to pounce at us. Internal conversation seems to happen, as they then suddenly lunge forwards, two of them colliding with me as the other attacks Elijah, knocking me to the floor with a grunt of surprise.

Instinctually, I kick out, catching one of them somewhere fleshy as I claw and stab at the other, the stake sinking into muscle and tendons why satisfying squelches, screams and cries of agony accompanying my every move, though they are short lived as the two vampires manage to pin me down, keeping me spread eagled and prone. Instantly, they both lean down to bite into me, one at my neck, the other at my shoulder, gasps of agony escaping me as their fangs sink into me, though a short bitter laugh accompanies it as they suddenly pull back, hissing and spitting in disgust and surprise, blood (both mine and their own) spilling from their open mouths. In that split second, I lunge upwards and plunge the stake into the heart of the closest, driving it deeply into the chest cavity, teeth gritting together as gore erupts out onto my clothes, staining my face.

Shrieking, the vampire falls to the floor, dying and writhing as I go to stand, only to be pulled back by the other, panic fluttering inside me as their hands clamp around my throat, nails digging into my skin, drawing blood as they start to squeeze, triumphant cackle loud and unpleasant in my ears. Struggling for breath, I claw at the vice-like grip, kicking out and writhing, the edges of my vision slowly going fuzzy as the oxygen stops reaching my brain.

Feeling my energy start to dwindle, I notice my limbs going limp, my arms heavy and leaden as my eyes roll back into my head, unconsciousness threatening to take over, prompting the vampire to suddenly drop me to the floor, my knees colliding painfully with the concrete. Instantly, it's hands are back around my throat this time with the intention of tearing out my windpipe, but I've recovered quickly enough, my hands reaching into my pocket, finding what I'm looking for. Twisting, I smash it against their chest, a cloud of mist enveloping the vampire as screams and shouts of agony erupt from them, the holy water grenade having the desired effect.

With one last burst of energy, I pull the stake from the fallen body of the first vampire and thrust it into the heart of the second, crying out in exertion as they collapse onto me, impaling themselves on it. Throwing it sideways, I look over at Elijah, who is crouched by the remains of the other vampire, blue eyes meeting mine across the gap, taking in my bloodied appearance critically.

"Lets not get too dirty, eh?" He remarks, standing and coming over after removing his stake from the vampire, helping me to my feet with a small flourish, inspecting my injuries in concern.

"Shut up." I growl, brushing myself off as I look him over, annoyed to find him nearly spotless somehow.

"Sorry. You gonna be ok? You've been bitten and scratched pretty badly." He muses, taking off his coat and offering it to me in place of my now-filthy one. Smiling tiredly, I accept the offer and slipbthe coat on, enjoying the sense of comfort it brings.

"I'll be ok, thanks. I'll go back home and fix myself up. You've got a hotel room, right?" I ask him, bending down to the bodies at my feet once more, taking the knife from my pocket as I do so.

"I do, but I can stay at yours tonight, if that helps?" Elijah replies, going to his own quarry and doing the same as I am: pulling back their lip and cutting out their left fang, soemthing all SRS Hunters are required to do, in order to prove a kill.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll survive the walk home." I decline, taking the two bloodied fangs and sticking them in my pocket, ready to go in the case back at my home, my fingers slick with gore as I slip the blade back into its sheath, my bites now beginning to hurt as I take the feet of both corpses and drag them behind a steel bin. Taking out the hip flask we all have to carry, I douse the bodies in lighter fluid, waiting for Elijah to move his own body over before setting them on fire with my lighter, aware that the remains will no longer be recognisable in the morning, after having been burnt and then obscured by the morning rain that will no doubt put out the flames before they can spread. Elijah watches all this with a critical eye.

I pull another bin across them before I turn to leave, grabbing my gun on the way, intending to take the back roads put of Santa Carla to avoid being seen and reported, aware that my appearance is not the most normal. Elijah follows me, keeping up a quiet conversation as I lead him through the labyrinth of roads and alleys, the two of us falling back into our natural habits with ease, as if we were both still Cadets back in Hunting School, joking and messing around with each other. It takes fifteen minutes of this for us to find his hotel, where he says goodbye and leaves me, still holding his holdall even after the excitement of the evening.

Blood stained and tired, I turn my back on the hotel and walk home, hoping to get washed before I get to sleep, hating the reek that has taken over my body, feeling stiff and dirty. Before long, the small shed comes into view, everything just as I left it this morning.

Grabbing the bucket of water outside the door, I head inside and lock myself in as best I can, going further into the room in the darkness, able to navigate it pretty well through instinct. Placing the bucket down, I reach into my pocket and flick on my lighter, locating a candle and lighting it, soon able to see a little better. I go around the room and light more of the candles placed around there, soon having a pleasant ring of light to do stuff in, only to then realise I'm not alone, as I first thought.

"What the hell happened to you?" Is the first thing I hear before I realise who it is, rolling my eyes when I recognise Paul's voice.

"Went on a hunt. Got messy and bitten. It happens." I prompt him dismissively, standing back a bit as I debate how to tell them to leave the room, in desperate need of some privacy so I can change in peace.

"You got bitten?!" David speaks up, stepping further into the candlelight with a worried look on his face, the others following suit.

"Yeah, twice. It's not the first time, David, don't worry. I'll just clean it and I'll be fine. Speaking of which, could you guys leave the room whilst I change? Please?"

Wordlessly, they walk out of the room and into the cold outside, waiting whilst i make an effort to clean myself up with the bucket of water, scrubbing the blood off of myself with some luck, my clothes needing a much more through clean, though that is to be expected. Pulling on some new ones, I go outside with my clothes and the bucket, leaving them there as I invite the boys back inside. Finding my first aid kit, I go to start dressing my wounds, only to find myself struggling in the dim light.

Dwayne immediately steps forwards to help me, deft fingers replacing mine as he works at cleaning and closing up the bite mark, his look of jealousy hidden to me as he sees the intimate placing of the wound. As his hands brush against my skin, I try to ignore the rising blush in my cheeks, turning instead to watch the others, only for my cheeks to darken when I see David, Marko and Paul staring at me with intensity. It takes Dwayne around five minutes to finish up, by which time the air is significantly tenser and more charged, as if something happened that no one was supposed to see.

He steps away from me, turning away as he licks his fingers clean, hissing suddenly at the tatse.

"Do you inject yourself with holy water? Why the hell does this taste so...painful?" He bursts out, dark eyes finding mine.

"All SRS Hunters are required to drink it, so that supernatural beings can't drink or use our blood for anything. It's quite a good defence tactic at times." I inform him, yawning suddenly as the energy leaves my body.

"Long day, huh?" Marko chips in from somewhere behind the others, the curly haired vampire chuckling at the grumble he receives in response.

"We should probably leave you, then. We just wanted to make sure you were alright seeing as we never really saw you tonight." David muses, reaching out to brush my hair from my face as he smiles down at me, blue eyes unnaturally soft.

"I'm sorry. It's gonna be like that for a few more days or so, as long as the Senior Officer is here, I can't see you guys so often. I don't want you getting caught." I warn him, standing from my seat as I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, my cheek tingling from where he touched me.

"A shame, but thank you, anyway. We'll see you around." David says, smiling once more before turning and leaving, Dwayne waving at me as he follows. Marko and Paul stepping forwards to sweep me into a hug before leaving themselves, crushing me against their chests almost protectively.

"See ya, (Y/n)." Paul calls as they walk out, leaving me alone again.

Part Five

[rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip]

will this be a legit tumblr fic series? no, absolutely not I just felt like writing something. Everything else will be bullet points since I can knock out like, two to three seasons in one go.

Shannon (Shan) Maywether.

Oc introduction P1

This takes place in between season 1 episodes 10 and 11 in like a mini sode I like to call "Eye of Unfairness" its a play off the fact Shan means unfortunate and unfair in Scottish (something I recently learned)

Also feel free to change out Shannon's/Shans name for your OC if you want to! I don't mind! Keep in mind this fic was made with Shannon's personality and physical condition in mind. I also wouldn't mind feed back!

Third person POV

A day had passed since the reveal of the green ninja. It was a surprise to learn that Lloyd, a kid, was the supposed chosen one. It was shock to, well everyone on board the Bounty.

It was Wednesday, so Shannon was tasked with cooking for the day. She stood, cutting vegetables for the side dish she was wiping up alongside the English breakfast she had made. Her mind was filled with ‘what if's’. As an older sister to 10 younger brothers, 4 of which that happen to be around Lloyd’s age it was startling for her. There was no telling when the 'Final Battle' will take place and what would happen during it, took the focus from the sharp edge of the blade she was holding.

"ow, damn it-" dropping the knife on the cutting board as she cursed. Bringing the cut wound to her lips she sucked on it as she searched for the bandages they kept in the kitchen just incase if kind of thing happened.

After finding bandages and bandaging the cut Shannon finished fixing up the salad. Just as she set the freshly tossed salad on the table the other residents of the ship walked in.

"Morning Shannon" "Mornin' Zane"

The other ninja mumbled a good morning as well as they took their set's at the table and began eating the breakfast prepared.

"Hay Shannon what happened to your hand?" Lloyd asked looking at the older girls hand.

"Oh, accidently cut myself." She replied placing her coffee cup down looking over at the small blonde. She ruffled his hair earning a ‘stop it’ from the boy, and chuckled at how messy his hair was now. 

The rest of breakfast went without much problem seeing as how everyone was still riding down from the adrenaline that was yesterday. It all seemed peaceful still Garmadon walked in.

Shannon's POV

Garm walked in, late as usual. And as usual we where all kinda put off with what he was eating. Dark matter grubs I think there called? Never payed much attention to this sorta thing really. I just can't get the truth we uncovered yesterday. Lloyd being the green ninja. Its going to hard for him I can tell.

Letting out an tried sigh I got up with my now empty plate and made my way over to the sink.

"Shannon, the Bounty is landing in a bit. You wanna come run groceries with me?" Nya asked as I passed her.

"Uhh, sure just tell me when you're planning on leaving." "You got it!"

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Third person POV

As stated by Nya the Bounty had landed not long after they finished washing the dishes. The boys were outside training. Shannon seated cross-legged on the steps just watching with Wu. Garmadon had disappeared back into the ship, probably his room for the time being. Lloyd was hanging around the place too, inside reading. And Nya was getting ready to head out.

It wouldn't be for another 10 minutes till Garmadon emerged from where ever he was.

And unfortunately for everyone he was at the steps of the ship leading to where the ninja were training, and felt like causing some chaos.

Now it's not the man's fault, he has the venom of an equally evil snake brooding in his veins.

He knew he couldn't mess with the ninja, it was like a principle thing seeing as how they where tolerating his presence on the ship. Wu literally came to what might have been hell to most folks and brought him back to Ninjago to save his son. Nyas off limits, and as much as he wants to, his son, Lloyd is probably still shaken from not just the green ninja thing, but the snakes as well.

Which left Shannon.

The young lady had made it clear since there first interaction, that she held nothing against the dark lord. In fact she even played along with his bullshit if she felt like it. Best part, she can hold her own too. She may not train with the boys often but she knows spinjitzu, and has proven to be a good fighter, Shans just lax and a go with the flow kind of person.

With that in mind, he decided to make a comment.

"Not going to change?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Shannon questioned, she didn't bother to look at him, as she took a swig from her tea that Wu had generously offered.

"With the amount of purple you wear you might get mistaken for a snake"

"Phff, at least I don't look like a took a bath in tar"

With that, a swift yet not powerful smack to the back of the teens head was earned. It was supposed to be playful, harmless but as the force of the hit passed through the youngers head, the sound of heavy glass hitting wood made itself known. This caused the boys to stop and turn there attention back over to the steps on the deck. As Shannon looked up, it became evidently clear she was missing her right eye.

Panic ensues.

Jay, Cole, Kai, and Zane screamed at the fact there friends eye was now just gone. Garmadons just standing there questioning if he put more power than he initially thought he did. Wu went wide eyes as he stared at the girl next to him, seeing small streams of blood leak out the now empty eye socket. Lloyd and Nya came running out to only to scream themselves.

With a sigh Shannon picked up her Eye and monical that had fallen.

"Guys, chill out!" She yelled.

"CHILL OUT! SHAN YOU EYE FEEL OUT OF YOUR HEAD" the Blue ninja yelled. Pointing at the eye in the Burnetts hand.

"Its a glass eye bolts for brain's" Shan retorted.

"Glass eye?" Cole repeated.

"Yes, a glass eye! Why did you think I wore a monocle instead of regular glasses? Sure I can't see jack with my right eye but it acts as a shield of sorts!"

"I-im so sorry, are you okay Shannon?" Garmadon asked.

"Ya, im fine" she answered.

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After that everyone had gone inside. Zane grabbed the medical kit to disinfect and put a temporary patch over Shannon's eye. Garmadon had taken the glass eye and with the recommended disinfectant Shannon just so happen to have on her, put the bloody thing in a black glass cup filled with warm water and the disinfectant liquid mixture, to clean it. He may be the bad guy, but he's never really hurt anyone to the point they lose something like an eye.

Once done he gave the glass to Shannon who was now sitting in the armchair.

"So, umm how'd you uh- you know lose you eye?" Kai asked weirly, he feared there might be some sort of trauma along with it and didn't want to trigger it.

"You don't have to tell us!" Nya quickly added.

"Na its fine" Shannon said as she waved off there concerns.

"I was about seven when it happened. Home invasion. The guy had a gun. I had heard sound from downstairs and curiosity got the best of me. I think your all smart enough to piece together what happened next" she said. Everyone kinda relied back at the mear mental image.

"Yikes" Jay, shivered at the thought of it.

"I mean it’s not all that bad I guess. Altho I didn't have a say in whether or not I got a fake eye"

"What do you mean you didn't get a say in it?"

"It’s exactly as I say it is. When I woke up my depth perception was crap, but I had both my eyes. It wasn't until the doctor told me my parents were admit about me having one"

"So are, you like going to be ok or?"

"I'll be fine green bean, if anything this was a good thing, means I need a new one. Thankfully I shot my brother text about one lot long ago." Shannon said dismissively

"Brother?" Wu questioned.

"Okay, Nya you ready to got out?"

"Ya but it can wait-" "I'm good, I swear Nya lets go" the older girl instead as she got up and dragged Nya out the ship for their planned outing. (She put the glass with the eye in the table as they left)

"Well that was, concerning" Cole said as the two girls disappeared.

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It was around midday the girls were not back yet. Jay was still unnerved by the eye in the cup being in such an open area, moved it over to the kitchen counter. Training was cut short because of the incident. Wu taking into account not just the mental impact of one of his charges eyes popping up in front of them, but the buildup of stuff they'd been having to deal with since his absence. Besides when the girls get back they all need to talk of a plan to get the Fang Blades back from the Serpentine before they can awaken the Devourer. 

Wu and his brother where out front on the deck talking, it felt like forever to the two of them since they last spoke in such good terms. The guys (pluss Lloyd) where inside playing video games as a pass time. It wasn't long after when the sound of a car, a taxi, could be heard coming there way. As the taxi came to a stop the guys had logged off there game and stepped out to grate the return of the only two females on their team. 

But instead of the raven and green tipped brunette haired, a blond tipped brunette boy stepped out the vehicle (not before paying of course) and made his way over to the Bounty. 

“umm, dumb question since there aren't many flying ships around, but is this the Destiny's Bounty?” The Boy asked as he neared the ship. upon closer inspection the boy was wearing a leather jacket with a white under shirt, and jeans with a pair of black converse. He had a mailman bag slung over his shoulder. 

“ya it is, what bring you all the way out here though?” Cole answered as he crossed his arms. attempting to look menacing which seemed to be working.   

“uh, I came to drop something off for my sister, Shannon?” The boy answered.

“Shannon, as in the monocle waring Shan?” Jay asked 

“yes! that one!” 

“Cool, Cool... wanna climb on board?” Kai asked him.

“Would I!” The boy, Shannon’s brother made is way up on the Bounty.

“By the way, what you name” Zane asked as the brunet dorded.

“Shane, Shane Maywather and might I say it’s a pleasure to meet the guys my sister has been staying with after all this time.” He, Shane replied.

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“wait, so let me get this straight” Cole stood with his hands on his head, clearly confused by what was said. 

Its been about an hour since Shane was let on borde and the guy could see why his sister liked it here so much.  

“there are 10 of you? including Shane makes 11″ Cole sated. Shane just nodded as he let the earth ninja racape what Shane had told them. Wu and Garmadon where in the kitchen intently listening to the conversation they were having.  

“yup, Shan and I are the oldest, there where are the quads; Jason, Mayson, Tyson, Carson.” He started again listing his younger siblings.

“Then the triplets; Asher, Carter and Xavier. Then the last set of twins; Franklyn and Merlyn” Shane finished. 

“No wonder Shannon can deal with us so well” Jay said looking astonished.

“ya she had to deal with 9 younger brothers and one older one” Kai remarked. Shane snickered before correcting him.

“Shannon is the oldest, in fact despite us being twins, she’s technically a year older than me.” 

“But isn't being twins, like two people being born on the same day?” Zane inquired.

“True, but you see, my mom had Shannon on december 31st 1995, at around 11:55pm, I then happened on january 1st 1996 at 00:02am in the morning” Shane explained.

“dude�� Jay commented. Shane laghed.

“yup,Shannons the ‘big sister’ of the house” He said glancing about.  

“i'm surprised though, i though Shannon would have at least mentioned something about you guys to us” Lloyd pipped in. He enjoyed Shannons company she made him feel welcome. And when she caught him setting up the prank for Kai as his uncle had asked him to, she gave him some pointers on how to eviscerate Kai’s high score. Even took some pressure off him as she stayed in the room in anticipation for the fire ninja so they wouldn't get too suspicious. To learn Shan had several younger brothers, like Jay commented, meade scene in how she was not only dealt with them but was able to deal with his father so well.

“Honestly,it's do be expected. Because Shannons the oldest our parents are hard on her... We come from a fairly well of family to the point where money is more or less a play thing to our folks” Shane started, the ninja(pluss Loyd)went wide eyed.

“so you're saying you guys are rich?” Jay asked dumbfounded. Shane fidgeted with his fingers.

“Y-Ya pretty much. But Shannon, and our parents, they... They don't get along at all. For all i can remember, the only time i've ever had with Shan was when she wasn't in any of her classes or extracurriculars. They pushed her to be perfect, and at the same time pushed her away. Looking back there where countless arguments over a lot of what they where doing” Shane said looking down at his lap. 

“There was this one argument that just hit the nail in the head though, a couple years back, it was during dinner and our parents had invited a business associates family over. They had a son, about three years older then Shannon and I. Our parents had announced that he would be Shannons fiance and thighs went downhill fast” Looking up once more Shane let a had run though his hair as he relieved the memory. The guys were taken aback by this, seeing as how Shan was arguably one of the most level headed people they knew. 

“sounds stressful” Kai quipped not really knowing how to respond to that, bur as a brother to a sister himself he could understand the feeling of not wanting your sibling to do be forced into doing something they don't want to. 

“You don’t half of it” Shan said with a sigh. 

“After that, she stormed out never to be seen scene again. At least physically, she managed to keep contact with me, we talk but not as much as either of us would like...” He finished leaning back and letting the surprisingly soft couch engulf him. 

“I’m glad though,she deserves a break after everything” Shane commented.

“ya well if you call fighting an army of skeletons, snakes and eventually Garmadon a brake, then you my friend are in need of a vacation as well” Jay replied plopping down next to Shane with a dorky grin. The tenshin that had been building in Shane dissipated, yup he could really see why his sister liked it here so much. 

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Dropping the topic of who much his and Shannon's parents where that talked about other random things. It was a little bit later when the girl got back.  The two where catting about, something girl related when they walked into the main room of the Bounty. 

“Hey! Welcome back! And guess how came to visit?!” Jay sang, gesturing to Shane who was seated next to him. Shannon looked over at her bother in shock she thought-

"Good to see you again Sister!~" Shane said as be bolted form where he was sitting to envelope Shannon in a hug. As he did Shannon dropped the bags she was holding, seemingly shocked that her blood brother was here. 

“Shane?” She breathed, then hugged him back, leaning into it. 

After a bit the two separated.

“It’s good to see you again Shane! How have you been?” “Good, good, what about you? what happened to your eye? Where is it?” 

Shan laughed a little and shook her head.

“There was an accident this morning, Garmadon hit the back of my head and it just popped out” Shane stood still. Taking in the information. Once complete he turned and tried to lunged to where Garmadon was, if it wasn't for Shannon having grabbed him in that split second. He probably would have gone into a full on fist fight with the dark lord. 

“Lemme go! I'm going to eviscerate him!” Shane hissed struggling against his sisters grip. Thank the First Spinjitzu Master that Shannon trained with the boys ocashinaly. 

“Calm down little brother it was an accident” “Like HELL”  

The two go back and forth a little more till Shane camls down. Garmadon rightfully spooked at the fact that this, well mannered, e-boy looking, kid was threatened to ‘eviscerate’ him. 

“Fine, I won’t attack him, doesn't mean I won’t like it” Shane said mutting that last bit. 

“Seriously (1)Balach Milis, if you applied this anger properly, you wouldn't have to deal with what Eric and Lizzibeth right?” Shannon said as she let him go. picking up the grocery bags, and placed them on the counter. 

“(2)Flùr Gaoithe, you know when it comes to Mama and (3)Athair I can’t do do that!” He complained like a small child. 

“You really need to grow a backbone” Shane said shaking her head.

___ 

Things had settled down since then.  

“It’s getting late, I should get going, I have band practice tomorrow and need the rest.” “boo, skip and just stay here for the week” “Flùr Gaoithe” “Balach Milis“ 

With that The younger twin got up, gave his sister the new glass eye she had asked for, said his goodbyes, shot Garmadon one last glar, and left. 

“Your brother seems like a nice person” Gramadon said looking over the the greet tipped girl. 

“Ya, he’s awesome. Wish he was less of a pushover tho” 

Jay feeling thirsty, walked over into the kitchen. He spotted the black glass cup, completely having forgot about the eye inside it. Now you can't really see anything at the bottom. And Jay, in his infinite wisdom, thinking it was just some random cup of random water that had been left on the kitchen counter, and drank from it. 

“OH GOD” 

 “Did Jay drink from the eye glass?” Lloyd asked his uncle who was watching from the blue ninja form the table.

“He drank from the eye glass” Wu confirmed. The others erupted into a fit of laughter and giggles. 

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 (1)Balach Milis - Sweet boy  

(2)Flùr Gaoithe - Wind flower 

(3)Athair - dad

this was translated using google translate, the language being Scottish Gaelic. I know Ninjago was based off of asian culture. But like I said, Shan it scottish for unfortunate and unfair. Also nothing in the lore of the show explicitly states that Ninjago is the only continent on the planet. 

I HC that there are different parts of the world. its safe to say Ninjago is the main land where a lot of the exciting things happen, but across who knows how long away there are different countries. And Shannon’s family like immigrated to Ninjago, during it’s early years where big contributors and financial support, in building the city. 

but ye this is a mini sode, i came up with. criticism is always welcome! I will be doing bullet notes for Shan and Melody, and maye Gold to since i have an active fic about her that i haven't updated in, forever but yaaaaa. 

till next text post i guess lol