#kai's parents headcanons

[dracocheesecake]

On that idea of Oogway meeting Kai's parents: Bingwen and Khaltmaa hold no punches when it comes to embarrassing their son in front of him. They definitely bring out the baby pictures, tell stories of Kai's most embarrassing moments, and gush over how much he talked about Oogway in his letters home.

Kai thinks it can't possibly get any worse, but then it does- because Oogway starts sharing a few embarrassing Kai stories of his own. This eventually leads to Kai getting so fed up that he has to escape the house to go "clear his head" at the pond, which is really just Kai sitting on the little dock looking into the water like:

Big bad warlord can't handle his parents and supposed "brother in arms" betraying him like this. He'll never recover from the emotional damage of their bullying. 😔💔

[hawkflame999]

I Have a Question For the Ninjago Fandom

WHY IS EVERYONE NOT ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT THAT LOU NEGELECTED COLE?!?!?!?!?!

And how Kai must've had trust issues at first.

And how Lloyd must've had trust issues at first.

And how Wu is literally taking better care of the six than their freaking parents did.

(Garmadon, Lily, Jay's bio parents, + Ray and Maya get free passes bc one way or the other it wasn't their fault.)

AND ALSO THE NINJA (except Lloyd bc he's also not fully human) LIVE WITH A DUDE THAT'S 1/4 ONI, 1/4 DRAGON, AND 1/2 HUMAN.

SO if Wu actually got the stuff from the Yokai side of the fam then wouldn't Zane, Kai, Cole, Jay, and Nya classify as feral kids?

[kindaasrikal]

The tragic existence of the Ninja and co having faces that look so much like another’s, knowing that the face in the mirror is one that mimics a mothers and a fathers, even if they wish despite for it not too.

How did Harumi feel after her parents died and the last thing she had of them is her own face?

How did Pixal feel not knowing of shes simply a copy of someone long gone, or if this face is her own to bear?

How did Arin feel knowing that the only reason he remembers how his parents look like is because of a reflection?

How does Sora feel looking at a face that should be her own, yet all she sees is the faces of those who hurt her most?

How does Wydlfyre feel not knowing of her face look more like her mothers or fathers, questioning why is doesn’t look like Heatwave’s or Caregivers, and wondering why she wished it looked more like Kai’s?

This is part two!

First post :D

Did Cyrus Borg ever look at Pixal when he first designed her, and wondered if that would be how his daughter could’ve looked like? Did he ever question and wonder why he made Pixal look the way he did, despite knowing the answer deep down inside of him?

Did Wydlfyre look at other dragons and realised how similar they looked to their parents? How they had their father’s eyes, or mother’s tail? Did she ever question Heatwave-her father- or the caregiver robot -her mother- as to why she did not have her father’s long fangs or her mother’s sleek skin? When she was finally told they were not biologically family (yet in their hearts they always will be), did she ever sit and wonder whose face matches hers?

When the merge happened and she heard Arin wish for his parents, the ninja wondering where their parents are, Sora in grief of her own, did she ever sit in front of a mirror and tried to pick apart which part would belong to whom? Would her eyes be fierce like her mother’s, or would they be as determined as her father’s? Would her hair be as vibrant as her father’s bold locks, and would her mother bear the mark from birth like she has? Would she wish to have a smile as caring as Kai’s, like how she wishes to have Heatwaves warmth and Caregivers security?

Did Arin ever stare at his face in hope he would be able to fool himself into thinking he was looking at his mother’s instead? Or did he once realise that the only reason he even remembered how his own parents looked like was by his own face? Did he ever feel pain by looking more like his mother than his father? Or would he focus too much in his fathers features when it was his mothers face he last saw? How many times did he cry as a lost child wondering when the next time he sees his parents it won’t be through a mirror?

Did Sora ever wish to scratch off the features that made her look so much like her own parents? Her mothers eyes that seemed to bore into her own and her fathers frown that mimicked hers perfectly? Did she ever cry in gratitude over her pink hair, yet feel loss at how much she never fit in even with her own family? How many times did she cry when she thought she was acting too much like her mother, or her father? That her face warped into expressions that she remembered so clearly on their own faces?

How many times did she catch her self smiling, and loving and fond look in her eyes when she looked at people she cared about, only to realise that she barely ever saw this look on her own parents? That the reason her heart ached, was because the only way she ever will see such a look pointed at her from their own faces was with her own?

How long did Harumi sit staring her face to ensure she never forget the look of her parents? How many times did she move her face to mimic the same ones of terror and fear and acceptance that she last saw on her parent’s face? On their funeral, how many times was she told she looked exactly like her parents? That they must’ve been proud to have such a beautiful daughter? Did she cry, when she wished she looked just as beautiful as her mother once did? Or did her anger at the world climb higher when strangers would say she looks so much like her mother, the queen, despite being adopted? Did she ever scratch at her face, trying to change it, hoping to pull her eyes out when told they look so much like the kings, and not her father’s?

Did they ever wish that their face were their own, and not a sick reminder of what they once had?

Bah since some (haha, one of you actually) of you wanted the dragons rising characters, i did that and slapped you with Harumi too cause shes just tragic.

[cyb-organ]

happy lesbian visibilty week to her. i gave her a little bird

[robertdowneyjjr]

tony loves holding hands.

he loves being affectionate in general. he’s tactile. physical touch is his love language. but there’s something about holding hands that he especially loves. it’s a simple display of affection and yet it means so much.

there’s this thing he does when he’s holding hands with someone. every once in a while he’ll tighten his grasp a bit, squeeze the hand of the person he’s holding ever so slightly. it means he’s happy to be there, to be holding onto the person he loves. it means he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

when he and bucky start dating, tony makes an effort to almost always hold onto bucky’s left hand when they go out. it’s another one of his silent messages: he loves bucky for all that he is.

when bucky feels tony squeeze his hand for the first time after tony upgrades his arm, he almost trips over his own feet. he looks at their linked hands, then at tony, and he positively beams.

he squeezes back and they keep walking.

[lovech1ld]

demetri from cobra Kai is obviously Greek American and I so wish they had leaned into that because I’m starved for child of immigrants representation and he would be sooo funny…

alternatively Eli with a Russian father and an American mother

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

hypothetical scenario for the end of Hands of time the ninja have all the time blades and with them the power to go back (or forward) in time to any point they want whats the first point in time each of them would think of going to change in the split after they realize they have that power and why that moment (you can do this for the others too)

Kai: Would go back to see just *how* his parents were kidnapped (and fight the urge to change anything)

Jay: Would slip back in time just to see what his birth mother (and/or birth father) was really like–and why they "abandoned" him

Cole: Wouldn't do anything but go to see his mother one last time

Nya: Would go to the future to see for herself how her life ends up (she is advised against this decision, and elects to ignore it)

Zane: Wouldn't need to see the future, so goes back to the ninjas' younger times simply to reminisce on their innocence and the loss of it

Lloyd: Goes forward to see what his future has in store for him, and finds DR-events (can't decide if he's sad or thrilled that its essentially what he would've expected) (you're cursed with knowledge now Lloyd DEAL WITH IT)

[spinjitzufam]

I always thought Cole was dependable and emotionally solid b/c he's like the elemental master of earth, but I just realized it's also probably due to his background.

like his mom was chronically ill & his dad was an emotional time bomb, right? he had to be emotionally perceptive from an early age to keep his family somewhat together.

it's especially highlighted when we think of Jay, Kai/Nya, and Zane.

Jay grew up with parents that lowkey encouraged everything he did. Pure love and encouragement—it's why he's emotionally open at the beginning and gives off youngest energy.

Kai/Nya had to grow up earlier than most, but it stunted their emotional growth in favor of other things. Who cares about emotion when you're trying to run a business and survive?

Zane—well, he has his own childhood thing (he's a nindroid, after all)—and his wiped protocol most likely meant he started from scratch for emotional matters.

[kiyovazquez]

Little rainbow (Wukong x Kiyo)

Los cálidos rayos del sol se filtraban en la habitación del hospital, donde dos dioses contemplaban a su pequeña criatura. Kiyo se encontraba recostada sobre blancas almohadas, con el monito acurrucado en sus brazos maternales.

El recién nacido dormía plácidamente, ajeno al mundo, apenas unas horas después de ver la luz por primera vez. Kiyo lo miraba enamorada, olvidando el cansancio de tantas horas de parto.

Con delicadeza, deslizó sus dedos por la espalda del bebé, conteniendo a duras penas las lágrimas que amenazaban por escapar. A su lado, su amado esposo la miraba en silencio, compartiendo aquel momento de gracia.

—Es tan pequeño...— musitó Kiyo, derritiéndose de ternura. Su criatura era aún más diminuta que los niños humanos, siendo tan pequeño y delgado.

—Los monos son más pequeños que los bebés humanos— observó Wukong con sabiduría, recordando a los pequeños monitos de su montaña.

Con suma delicadeza, envolvió a Kiyo en un cálido abrazo, cuidando de no causarle el menor malestar tras las horas de parto. Recargó su mentón en el hombro de su amada, uniéndose a ella en la contemplación del pequeño milagro entre sus brazos.

Sus toscas manos, endurecidas por las batallas, rozaron con infinita ternura la mejilla del bebé. Sus deditos eran más frágiles que el pétalo de una flor, y su boquita y sonrosadas mejillas despertaban una oleada de amor en lo más hondo de su alma.

—¿Has pensado ya en un nombre para él? —preguntó Kiyo después de unos minutos de silencio, buscando la mirada dorada de su amado.

—Eso es fácil —rio Wukong entre dientes, estrechando con más fuerza a su familia—. Claramente se llamará Wukong Jr, es mi viva imagen— expresó con orgullo.

La pelinegra frunció el entrecejo al escuchar tal ocurrencia. Con delicadeza acunó al bebé entre sus brazos, como protegiéndolo de aquel nombre.

—Nuestro hijo no llevará tu nombre —se negó con suavidad—. Él es su propia persona y merece un nombre propio

—Pero, mi lluvia... —se quejó Wukong con un puchero, antes de dejar escapar un suspiro resignado—. Bien, dime qué nombres tienes en mente. Espero al menos que sean más bonitos o será Wukong jr —soltó con una sonrisa burlona.

Kiyo sonrió, preparándose para crear unos segundos de suspenso antes de hablar.

—Se llamará Mixtli —anunció con orgullo. Un bufido escapó de los labios de Wukong.

—¿Mixtli? ¿Qué clase de nombre es ese?

—Significa "nube" en náhuatl —explicó Kiyo mirándolo con dulzura. — Nuestro hijo no será solo chino, también llevará en sí las raíces de mi cultura.

—Lo sé, lo sé —concedió Wukong haciendo muecas. — pero no estoy seguro...

—Pero solecito, a mí me encanta Mixtli —insistió Kiyo con un puchero. Tras reflexionar un momento, propuso. — ¿Qué tal si tiene dos nombres? elige tú su otro nombre, pero no Wukong Jr

Wukong frunció el ceño, sumido en reflexiones. Jamás había pensado en tener que nombrar a un hijo, acostumbrado a la idea de llamarlo como él. Pero deseaba honrar los orígenes de Kiyo también.

Se apartó un poco y contempló al bebé en silencio, analizando sus delicados rasgos en busca de la esencia oculta tras ellos. Poco a poco, una sonrisa se dibujó en su rostro.

─Creo que tiene cara de Kai ─declaró con orgullo.

─ ¿Kai? Podrías haber elegido algo más corto ─bromeó Kiyo con tono sarcástico.

─Oye, Kai es un nombre noble... ─se quejó con dulzura─ Además, dijiste que serían dos. Kai Mixtli suena armonioso, ¿no crees?

—Pero solecito, el punto no es...

Kiyo no alcanzó a terminar cuando un llanto interrumpió sus palabras. Con delicadeza acunó a Kai, susurrándole cálidas palabras mientras lo mecía.

—Tranquilo, mami y papi están aquí... —musitaba arrullándolo. Pero los sollozos del bebé no cesaban.

Wukong los contempló en silencio y un semblante serio. Con suavidad acarició los finos cabellos del pequeño, calmando su llanto para sorpresa de todos. El silencio reino en la habitación unos momentos.

—¿Pensaste alguna vez en ser madre? —preguntó Wukong en tono reflexivo, sin apartar la vista del niño.

—No realmente, al menos no tan pronto —confesó Kiyo confundida—. Cuando nos casamos comencé a imaginarlo, pero nuestro hijo fue... Una sorpresa.

—Y... ¿No te molesta? — murmuró Wukong con una vulnerabilidad poco común en él.

Kiyo lo miró con ternura, intuyendo sus inquietudes. Sostuvo al bebé con una mano mientras la otra tomaba la mejilla de su amado.

—¿Qué es lo que realmente te preocupa, cariño? — inquirió acariciando su rostro.

Wukong suspiró hondo.

—Tengo miedo de ser mal padre —confesó al fin. — Yo no tengo padres, nací de una roca, sólo estuvieron mis maestros, pero jamás los vi como figuras paternas. Sé que podría cometer errores y lastimar a Kai sin querer. No quiero defraudarlo...— decía, alzando su mirada al pequeño fruto de su amor. Sus ojos se entrecerraron un poco. — tengo miedo de lastimarlo o ponerlo en peligro como he hecho con MK, Macaque... Con todos. No quiero que él pase por todo eso y mucho menos por mi culpa...

—Wukong, no puedo asegurarte de que serás el mejor padre, el futuro es incierto —susurró Kiyo acariciando su rostro con dulzura. — Tampoco yo sé si estaré a la altura, pero una cosa sí puedo prometerte: estaremos juntos en esto...— sonrió, buscando confortar a su esposo. — Tus dudas y temores demuestran que realmente lo amas y quieres lo mejor para él. Eso es lo verdaderamente importante. No necesitas ser el padre perfecto, sólo ser el padre que Kai merece: aquel que lo ame incondicionalmente, lo escuche, lo guíe y proteja. Y de eso estoy segura de que eres capaz...

Wukong sintió que sus miedos comenzaban a disolverse ante la mirada llena de fe y confianza de Kiyo. Ella creía en él aun cuando él mismo no lo hacía. Y si ella confiaba en que juntos podrían ser buenos padres, él también empezaba a creerlo. Sus labios se curvaron en una sincera sonrisa, entregándose de lleno a su nueva misión como protector de aquella preciosa vida que había creado junto a su esposa.

—Gracias, mi amor— murmuró, estrechándola entre sus brazos con cuidado de no aplastar al bebé. — Estar juntos es todo lo que necesito. Haré lo mejor por nuestro hijo, te lo prometo.

—Confía en mí, también tengo mucho miedo... —susurró Kiyo separándose lentamente de su abrazo para mirar el rostro de su esposo. — Pero ¿sabes qué es lo que me da fuerzas? Ver tus ojos dorados. Al mirar en ellos cada día recuerdo todo mi pasado y veo todo lo que hemos recorrido juntos. Ya no soy aquella chica triste y sola que una vez fui, ahora soy tu esposa, la madre de nuestro pequeño hijo y la diosa de la lluvia. No podría desear un futuro mejor. Tú salvaste mi vida tan solo con tu mirada...y seguir viendo esos lindos ojos todos los días solo me recuerdan lo feliz que soy actualmente y lo feliz que seguiré siendo a tu lado.

Wukong acarició su mejilla con ternura y la estrechó de nuevo entre sus brazos, ocultando el rostro en su cuello y respirando su aroma.

—Creo que en realidad nos hemos salvado mutuamente sin darnos cuenta —susurró, con la voz quebrada por la emoción, soltando un pequeño suspiro como si de esa forma, sus miedos se borran para siempre.

Kiyo sonrió dulcemente, entregándose al abrazo de Wukong con calma. Unas lágrimas de profunda felicidad se deslizaron por sus mejillas al recordar el largo camino recorrido para llegar a este momento de felicidad junto al amor de su vida. Había valido cada tropiezo, cada lágrima derramada.

Pocos segundos después, como si supiera que era el centro de atención, Kai volvió a despertar sollozando bajito y removiéndose entre sus mantas. Sus padres se separaron despacio, mirando al pequeño niño envuelto en mantas azules demandando atención.

—Creo que un buen comienzo para cualquier padre es cargar a su hijo entre sus brazos— susurró Kiyo con ternura, trasmitiéndole toda la confianza que él aún no se atrevía a darse. Extendió al pequeño bultito que sollozaba, acunándolo un instante más entre sus manos antes de depositarlo con cuidado en el pecho de Wukong.

—K-Kiyo, no creo poder...— murmuro Wukong nervioso, cortando sus palabras de inmediato cuando sintió el menudo cuerpecito de Kai acurrucarse con confianza sobre su pecho.

En silencio, el mono naranja miró con asombro al fruto de su amor. Cada respiración y movimiento del bebé lo absorbían por completo, logrando que su corazón latiera como loco. Las pequeñas manitas de Kai se agitaron buscando aferrarse a la ropa paterna, hallando en ese simple gesto el consuelo que demandaba.

Wukong contuvo el aliento, admirado por la fragilidad y perfección de tan pequeño ser. Sus miedos se desvanecieron al comprender que aquel niño ahora formaba parte de su alma. Lo envolvió con infinito cuidado entre sus brazos, maravillado al contemplarlo moverse plácidamente sobre su pecho.

—Será un honor y un privilegio ser tu padre, Kai Mixtli— susurró conmovido, sin apartar la mirada de su rostro. En ese instante supo que haría cualquier cosa con tal de verlo feliz y protegerlo por siempre. Finalmente conocía aquella palabra tan desconocida para él, paternidad.

[thepajamamen]

Ray and Maya have autism and ADHD respectively and their kids each have both . Goodnight

[gemini-sensei]

@sensei-venus

Everyone thinks that Hawk's kids are gonna be the wild ones, and they are, but no one is quite reader when it's gremlin!Reader and Hawk's kid that somehow catches a squirrel and asks to keep it as a pet.

I'm talking holding the poor creature by the nape of his neck, carrying it around, and showing everybody her "new friend." Like omfg.

[dracocheesecake]

I think honestly Kai was a cute, sweet calf for the most part but there were probably signs early on his parents really should have noticed, in retrospect. For example:

Little Kai: *tearing off the leaves of a bush one by one, but with a grumpy expression*

Khaltmaa: "Aw. Are you gardening, Kai? Did the bush need trimming?"

Little Kai: "No, Momma. This bush poked me with one of its twigs. Now I'm making it suffer!" *continues plucking leaves*

Khaltmaa: "...Um...Don't do that."

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[constantstateofpain]

silly little ninjago headcannon me and some friends made up.

zane eats microwaves. they’re his favorite snack. 

but this is a very expensive snack. and someone has to buy new microwaves. the only one with that kind of money is cole. 

with no one else pitching in money, cole gets tired of spending only his money for something EVERYONE uses.

cole: guys if you don’t fucking pitch in, i won’t buy a new microwave.

jay: okay whatever

kai: we can live with out it

nya and lloyd: [nodding]

cole: fine, but don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t live without it.

for the next week, there’s no microwave and everyone except cole is pretty used to it. as most have them lived in poverty or near it. so he caves and buys a new one, it’s locked in a room that’s password protected so zane can’t eat it again.

zane misses eating microwaves :(

[cheddertm]

I love you, [shoots my transgender beam at Ninjago]

[kassiedoodles-xo]

Always an angel, never a god

Always good, never enough

Always the eldest daughter, never a kid

Always a warrior, never a human

Always the lover, never the loved

Always the healer, never healed

Always powerful, never strong

Always the evil, never a person

Always Caged, never free

Always the burden, never the gifted

Always the Sunshine, never the Rain

Always the Queen,

Never Just Yuki