#movie!nin ja go

[astroi]

I made a second one for the movie.

[hangukkie]

일상 생활 (Il-sang / saeng-hwal): Daily Routines! 🛀🏽

일상 생활. (Il-sang / saeng-hwal): Daily Routines.

나는 회의에 참석한다. (Na-neun / hwi-ui-e / cham-seok-han-da): I attend a meeting.

나는 학교에서 아이들을 집으로 데려온다. (Na-neun / hak-gyu-e-seo / a-i-deul-eul / jib-eul-ro / deryeo-on-da): I bring my children home from school.

나는 머리를 빗는다. (Na-neun / meo-ri-reul / bit-neun-da): I brush my hair.

나는 양치질을 한다. (Na-neun yang-chi-jil-eul / han-da): I brush my teeth.

나는 식료품을 산다. (Na-neun / sik-ryu-pum-eul / san-da): I buy groceries.

나는 휴대폰 배터리를 충전한다. (Na-neun / hyu-dae-pon / bae-teo-ri-reul / chun-jeon-han-da): I charge the battery on my phone.

내 이메일을 확인한다. (Nae / i-me-il-eul / hwak-in-han-da): I check my e-mail.

나는 청소한다. (Na-neun / cheong-su-han-da): I clean.

나는 내 방을 청소합니다. (Na-neun / nae / bang-eul / cheong-so-hab-ni-da): I clean my room.

나는 요리를 한다. (Na-neun / yo-ri-reul / han-da): I cook.

나는 예술을 창조한다. (Na-neun / ye-sul-eul / chang-jo-han-da): I create art.

나는 과외 활동을 한다.  (Na-neun / gwa-wi / hwal-dong-eul / han-da): I do extracurricular activities.

나는 집안일을 한다. (Na-neun / jib-an-il-eul / han-da): I do housework.

나는 세탁을 한다. (Na-neun / se-tak-eul / han-da): I do laundry.

나는 내 숙제를 한다. (Na-neun / na / suk-je-reul / han-da): I do my homework.

나는 커피를 마신다. (Na-neun / keo-pi-reul / ma-sin-da): I drink coffee.

나는 내 차를 운전한다. (Na-neun / nae / cha-reul / un-jeon-han-da): I drive my car.

나는 아침을 먹는다. (Na-neun / a-chim-eul / meok-neun-da):  I eat breakfast.

나는 디저트를 먹는다. (Na-neun / di-jeo-teu-reul / meok-neun-da): I eat dessert.

나는 저녁을 먹습니다. (Na-neun / jeo-nyeok-eul / meok-seub-ni-da): I eat dinner.

나는 점심을 먹는다. (Na-neun / jeom-sim-eul / meok-neun-da): I eat lunch.

나는 운동을 한다. (Na-neun / un-dong-eul / han-da): I exercise.

나는 내 애완동물에게 먹이를 준다. (Na-neun / nae / ae-wan-dong-mul-e-ke / mak-i-reul / jun-da): I feed my pet.

나는 옷을 입는다. (Na-neun / -t-eul / ib-neun-da): I get dressed.

나는 침대에서 일어난다. (Na-neun / chim-dae-e-seo / il-eo-nan-da): I get out of bed.

나는 달리기를 하러 간다. (Na-neun / dal-li-ki-reul / ha-reo / kan-da): I go for a run.

나는 조깅하러 간다. (Na-neun / jo-king-ha-reo / kan-da): I go jogging.

나는 쇼핑하러 간다. (Na-neun / syo-ping-ha-reo / kan-da): I go shopping.

나는 학교에 간다. (Na-neun / hak-gyu-e / kan-da): I go to school.

나는 자러 간다. (Na-neun / ja-leo / kan-da): I go to sleep.

나는 체육관에 간다. (Na-neun / che-yun-gwan-e / kan-da): I go to the gym.

나는 대학에 다닌다. (Na-neun / dae-hak-e / da-nin-da): I go to university.

나는 일하러 간다. (Na-neun / il-ha-reo / kan-da): I go to work.

나는 친구들과 어울린다. (Na-neun / chin-gu-deul-gwa / eo-ul-lin-da): I hang out with friends.

나는 음악을 듣는다. (Na-neun / eum-ak-eul / deud-neun-da): I listen to music.

나는 문을 잠근다. (Na-neun / mun-eul / jam-geun-da): I lock the door.

나는 점심을 만든다. (Na-neun / jeom-sim-eul / man-deun-da): I make lunch.

나는 내 침대를 정돈한다. (Na-neun / nae / chim-dae-reul / jeong-dun-han-da): I make my bed.

나는 내일을 계획한다. (Na-neun / nae-il-eul / kye-hwik-han-da): I plan for tomorrow.

나는 게임을 한다. (Na-neun / ke-im-eul / han-da): I play games.

나는 스포츠를 한다. (Na-neun / seu-po-cheu-reul / han-da): I play sports.

나는 화장을 했다. (Na-neun / hwa-jang-eul / haett-da): I put on my makeup.

나는 책을 읽었다. (Na-neun / chaek-eul / ilk-eott-da): I read a book.

나는 전화를 받는다. (Na-neun / jeon-hwa-reul / bad-neun-da): I receive a phone call.

나는 화장을 지운다. (Na-neun /  hwa-jang-eul / ji-un-da): I remove my makeup.

나는 내 자전거를 탄다. (Na-neun / nae / ja-jeon-keo-reul / tan-da): I ride my bike.

나는 심부름을 한다. (Na-neun / sim-bu-reum-eul / han-da): I run errands.

나는 문자메시지를 보낸다. (Na-neun / mun-ja-me-si-ji-reul / bo-naen-da): I send text messages.

나는 가족과 함께 시간을 보낸다. (Na-neun / ka-jok-gwa / ham-kke / si-kan-eul / bo-naen-da): I spend time with family.

나는 공부합니다. (Na-neun / gong-bu-hab-ni-da): I study.

나는 뜨거운 목욕을 한다. (Na-neun / ddeu-keo-un / mok-yok-eul / han-da): I take a hot bath.

나는 샤워를 한다. (Na-neun / sya-wo-reul / handa): I take a shower.

나는 내 아이들을 학교에 데리고 간다. (Na-neun / nae / a-i-deu-eul / hak-gyu-e / de-ri-gu / kan-da): I take my children to school.

나는 버스를 탄다.  (Na-neun / beo-seu-reul / tan-da): I take the bus.

나는 지하철을 탄다. (Na-neun / ji-ha-cheol-eul / tan-da): I take the subway.

나는 기차를 탄다. (Na-neun / ki-cha-reul / tan-da): I take the train.

나는 내 알람을 끈다. (Na-neun / nae / or-ram-eul / kkeun-da): I turn off my alarm.

나는 알람을 켠다. (Na-neun / or-ram-eul / kyeon-da): I turn on my alarm

나는 문을 연다. (Na-neun / mun-eul / yeon-da): I unlock my door.

나는 내 컴퓨터를 사용한다. (Na-neun / nae / keom-pyu-teo-reul / sa-yong-han-da): I use my computer.

나는 소셜 미디어를 사용한다. (Na-neun / so-syeol / mi-di-eo-reul / sa-yong-han-da): I use social media.

나는 변기를 사용한다. (Na-neun / byeon-ki-reul / sa-yong-han-da): I use the toilet.

나는 일어난다. (Na-neun / il-eo-nan-da): I wake up.

나는 개를 데리고 산책합니다. (Na-neun / kae-reul / se-ri-go / san-chaek-hab-ni-da): I walk my dog.

나는 세수를 한다. (Na-neun / se-su-reul / han-da): I wash my face.

나는 내 머리를 감는다. (Na-neun / nae / meo-ri-reul / kam-neun-da): I wash my hair.

나는 드라마를 본다. (Na-neun / deu-ra-ma-reul / bon-da): I watch a drama.

나는 영화를 본다. (Na-neun / yeong-hwa-reul / bon-da): I watch a movie.

나는 텔레비전을 본다. (Na-neun / tel-le-bi-jeon-eul / bon-da): I watch television.  

[luckycloud808]

weird asks that say a lot from @julietgiulia​

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate 

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Neither

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Shy, conscientious, perfectionist

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glasses

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? All contributors

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuddies :)

8. movies or tv shows? Movies

9. favourite smell in the summer? Hot soil, flowering plants, fruit and needle trees, post rain, towel after ocean swim, wind through car window driving through forest(ed highway)

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Hockey, soccer, california kickball, high jump and arm hang? 

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Usually oatmeal or millet with omegas, fruit and oat milk or avocado bagel with black pepper and nutritional yeast

12. name of your favourite playlist? A nice mix for ness

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. favourite non-chocolate candy? Licorice, candied fennel or anise seeds

15. favourite book you read as a school assignment? Les miserables, The thief lord, The cellist of Sarajevo - off the top

16. most comfortable position to sit in? Slumpy posture, one leg over or under the other, knee tuck or apple sauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Hiking boots or black sambas

18. ideal weather? Sunny after rain a little windy

19. sleeping position? No pillow usually on my left or on my back or front with one leg bent 

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebook or notes app

21. obsession from childhood? Fairies and making homes

22. role model? Opa

23. strange habits? Not sure what qualifies as strange

24. favourite crystal? Not really into them but maybe jade or quartz 

25. first song you remember hearing? I turned out a punk or something by Joe Strummer

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather? Backpacking

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather? Cuddling, snowy adventuring, dancing

28. five songs to describe you? Hazel (bob dylan), Planted a thought (arthur russell), Junie (solange), Corridor of dreams (the cleaners from venus), Even cowgirls get the blues (emmylou harris)

29. best way to bond with you? Quality time, presence, care, spontaneity / silly curiousity

30. places that you find sacred? Oma and Opa’s yard and greenhouse, forest, Veluwe, ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Floral dress, nice earrings with sambas and sweatshirt or hiking boots, wool socks and over shirt, with shorts and tank top

32. top five favourite vines? Fresh avocado is the only one that comes to mind

33. most used phrase in your phone? Yay sweet and or That’s funny

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Can’t think of any

35. average time you fall asleep? 2am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably one of those justgirlythings ones here or Fb I have no idea

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? Tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon tart

40. weirdest thing to ever happen to you at your school? High school - Maybe bear spray yoe evac? authority figure telling me what I was wearing was inappropriate? psych teacher crying in class? Post sec - Tiktok famous boy makes a tiktok of me knitting in psych class? boy crushing steals my textbook just to get me to go to his car so he can return it to me? 

41. last person you texted? Daisy 🌼

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? BOTH

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie

44. favourite scent for soap? Rose, patchouli, rosemary, lavendar, mint, etc.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Naked 

47. favourite type of cheese? Cashew cheese or if I could brie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? White nectarine but there are so many to try!

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “She walked with her entire body as if to gain momentum for an event in which her entire body would participate.” - Anaïs Nin (A spy in the house of love)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably my kid best friend

51. current stresses? Health issues, unstable income

52. favorite font? Freight rn

53. what is the current state of your hands? Coffee shakes

54. what did you learn from your first job? Hundreds of PLU’s, how to pack groceries, how messy and wasteful people are, that everyone should have to do a customer service job in their lifetime, how really great and awful people are, that I shouldn’t let other people’s stresses make me feel like I should be stressed, that quitting is good sometimes

55. favourite fairy tale? The six swans, Vasalisa the wise, Baba yaga, Bluebeard, Rumpelstiltskin, The red shoes, The velvet ribbon, Goldilocks and the three bears, and many many more

56. favourite tradition? Writing letters and cards, dressing up for halloween, celebrating birthdays

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Eating disorder, depression and heartbreak (although these are things I still need to keep being overcome)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, taking notes, learning about my body, feeling for what resonates

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Heyo, how bout that!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Nausicaä of the valley of the wind (hayao miyazaki)

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Recently found on my Tumblr feed from a book waiting on my shelf: “I want to believe, walking those aimless nights, that I was praying. For what I’m still not sure. But I always felt it was just ahead of me. That if I walked far enough, long enough, I would find it–perhaps even hold it up, like a tongue at the end of its word.” - Ocean Vuong (On earth we’re briefly gorgeous)

62. seven characters you relate to? In no particular order, not long thought out: 1) Sabina (A spy in the house of love), 2) Elio (Call me by your name), 3) Patti (Just kids), 4) Sally (The ruby in the smoke), 5) Camille (Un amour de jeunesse), 6) Dani (Midsommar), 7) Orla (Derry Girls)

63. five songs that would play in your club? I follow rivers - the magician remix (lykke li), JA! (bizzey), Gasolina (daddy yankee), Nice for what (drake), This must be the place - naive melody (talking heads) / love my way (psychedelic furs)

64. favourite website from your childhood? Myscene, Club penguin - those free gaming websites 

65. any permanent scars? A few on my face from tables and my dog, one on my knee from flip flops on a boat launch, a few burns here and there that probably aren’t permanent

66. favourite flower(s)? Always changing, echinacea and yellow roses rn

67. good luck charms? Change on the ground, nice earrings, well worn shoes, spotting flowers or animals

68. worst flavour of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Cream of mushroom

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Popped in my head, maybe not the most fun - the flower bud in the centres of apple tree fruiting spurs make the king fruit (the biggest and best apple from each spur) and if you pick the king blossom then all the surrounding blossoms will be bigger and better 

70. left or right handed? Right

71. least favourite pattern? Galaxy?

72. worst subject? Economics

73. favourite weird flavour combo? Miso and apple, blueberries and coconut curry, orange juice and beer (I don't know if its really possible to find a “weird” combo maybe it’s more like “not found in my culture”)

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 5 if 0 is no pain (I don't think I’ve been above 8.5)

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea

76. what’s your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Gnocchi or boerenkool

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Flowering plants

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Station coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School id

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I don't think I have much experience with either

82. pc or console? I cannot either way

83. writing or drawing? This is my kryptonite question

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts if I had to choose

84. barbie or polly pocket? Polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology (stories are linked more)

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? My health issues keep accumulating and getting worse forever

88. your greatest wish? My health issues resolve

89. who would you put before everyone else? Myself, Suzmom or Marleymoon

90. luckiest mistake? Choosing mini school, don't regret it but maybe not the best decision

91. boxes or bags? Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight and rocksalt lamps

93. nicknames? Ness, nessie, nessa, bean, bear, benjamin, kindje, sweet pea

94. favourite season? Late spring or late summer

95. favourite app on your phone? Flo, Spotify, Google maps, notes, weather, find my

96. desktop background? Santa Catalina Island off the coast of Southern California

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 7+

98. favourite historical era? I love revolutions and renaissances but all of em have hard times and good times

[gokailyger84]

maybe some in-universe ninja ship party where danny's really tired and just wants to go to sleep but ninja brian insists on blowing him. (could be a drawing or a fic, whichever you prefer)

Danny glanced down, seeing a hand sliding up his thigh andslipping under his kimono flaps.  

His hand shot out grabbing the wrist and pulling it up, awayfrom its destination of his crotch.

“Brian, not now.  I’mtired.”  

Nin/ja Brian lifted his head from its position on Danny’sshoulder.

They were in the living room sitting on their couch,watching a movie.  

At least, Danny was trying to watch the movie.  His eyes kept drifting shut and Nin/ja Brianseemed to be in a mood for other things.

Ever since they had become a couple a little over a monthago, Nin/ja Brian had been overly enthusiastic, exploring their newrelationship.

Danny could understand in a way.  

When they had left their Nin/ja clan and Danny discoveredthe joys of women and sex, he’d gone overboard too.  

Everything was so new and exciting and it all felt sogood!  

Yeah, he could understand.

It was even worse for Nin/ja Brian, since in his first clan,he not only had to learn to suppress his sex drive like all Nin/jas, he wasalso forced to suppress his sexuality.

It took some time for him to push pass those mental barriersand truly accept who he was and what he wanted.

While Danny was happy that Nin/ja Brian was being true tohimself and now comfortable with doing things with Danny, it was starting tobecome a bit too much.

Danny shivered, feeling the familiar tingle of their mentallink connecting.

“Danny?”

Danny shook his head. “Brian, I’m tired.  I doubt Icould even get it up.”

“…please?”

Letting out a long sigh, Danny ran a hand through hiscurls.  

This was what he had to deal with now.  

Nin/ja Brian’s libido.

No matter how much Danny fucked him, he always wantedmore.  

It could be blamed on Danny’s lack of stamina.  He didn’t tend to last very long, at leastthat’s what several ladies would say.  Hedidn’t know.  

That morning, he and Nin/ja Brian fucked for over anhour.  

That seemed pretty long to him.  

“Danny?”  Nin/ja Brian’s ‘voice’ was taking on apleading tone.

“Brian, I fucked you this morning, and twice thisafternoon.  Buddy, I’m wiped.”

Nin/ja Brian stared up at him, his hand creeping back upDanny’s thigh.

“…I can use…my mouth?”  

Danny raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t something Nin/ja Brian seemed too interested in.  

While he was quick to get on his back and spread his legs,he’d never offered to blow Danny before. They really didn’t do much else besides fucking.  

Although, Danny had occasionally given Nin/ja Brian a handjobto tide him over.  

Anything to do with oral sex had yet to occur between them.

“Are you sure?”  Dannyasked.  

Nin/ja Brian glanced down, his expression becoming sheepish.

“I know I’ve been…demandinglately and you’ve been so good to me…I want to do something for you.”

Danny smiled, lifting a hand and running it through Nin/jaBrian’s salt and pepper hair.  

He then untied the sash of his kimono and spread the fabricto the side, revealing his boxers underneath.

He gently palmed himself, as Nin/ja Brian slid off the couchand settled in between his legs.  

Nin/ja Brian took Danny’s hand and moved them to the sides,palm down on the couch.

“Keep them there.”  He ordered.

Danny nodded, watching as Nin/ja Brian hooked his fingersinto Danny’s boxers and pulled them down to his ankles.

“I know you’re tired.Just close your eyes and relax.  Let metake care of you.”  

Danny leaned his head back against the couch cushion, hiseyes slid close as he felt Nin/ja Brian take his hardening cock in hand.  

He let out a soft sigh, feeling the moist heat of Nin/jaBrian’s mouth closing around his cock. Danny gave himself over to the feeling of pleasure.  

Letting Nin/ja Brian have the reins for once and take careof him.

[joefiorello]

#Repost @hyperobot (@get_repost) ・・・ As a spot of fun, I wondered what it would be like to remix my friend Joe Fiorello's feature film Love Stalk into a trailer for a Ninja film renamed Muchi Muchi Ninja. The technique of adding ninja footage to already made films and the re-releasing them was performed by Godfrey Ho and Joseph Lai at IFD Films in the 80's. For this we (Mathew Blaize and I) did the same by either shooting additional footage with Mike Chan or altering Love Stock footage digitally as well as generating entire CG based shots (ie the Nin Ja Plane and Nin Ja Building) we also borrowed some footage from other 80's ninja films. To see what the trailer to the original film go to: https://youtu.be/KsnyJkycaL4 Or go to the Love Stalk Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/lovestalkmovie/ Let us know what ya think. I suspect we wouldn't need too much budget to actually make this happen for real. #ninja #muchimuchininja #action #cutnpaste #cutnpastecinema #film #lovestalk #movie #remix #pitchtrailer #trailer #blackstarfilms @joefiorello_hk @m1chaelchan

[astroi]

"Proliferation Contretemps."

(Part 1)

The fights we, the ninja and my father, have can get a little bloody, but luckily I handle most of the hand-to-hand combat.

“It’s seems like you’ve improved from our last fight, Green Ninja. Have you been practicing?” Garmadon and I circled another like two predators battling for a territory - not completely untrue.

“Yeah, how’d you tell?” I kicked him in the gut. He retaliated with an uppercut to my jaw. Always the damn jaw.

I had to resist saying, “Aw shit man, not again,” instead going with a reliable, “Ow!” Yet another tooth came flying out, the same one as last week.

I glared, “Do you always have to go for the teeth?”

He laughed, “I’m surprised you have any teeth left to lose, Green Ninja.” He paused to study the fallen denticle, “Didn’t you already lose this one?” He held it in his palm as if recognizing it as one of his own.

I, tired and fatigued, admitted, “Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“It’s an implant.” I added to remedy my fears of him maybe connecting the dots.

“This would be some high quality dentistry work, if you were telling the truth.” The sweat formed from our battle pressed my blond hair on my face; I brushed it back under my mask.

“Of course, I’m telling the truth; I’m a ninja.” I spat out some blood. He blinked at it as if seeing it for the first time.

“Aren’t ninja supposed to deceive?” Lord Garmadon scoffed; kids these days: throwing around the word ‘ninja’ willy-nilly.

“Awfully sangria for human blood, isn’t it?” I stared at him blankly.

He clarified almost smug, “Your blood is mulberry-colored not red, Green Ninja – or should I say, ‘La-loyd?’”

I paled, either from the blood loss or the shock, “I-I, what? What are you saying?”

Before I knew it, he had me in a bear hug – or a regular hug? Pressing my arms against my sides, he pulled my mask off with his spare hands.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” He held me so tightly, I wasn’t sure if he’d ever let go.

“We’re done fighting, La-loyd.” He gazed at me with such relief in his eyes as lava-borne flames trickled down his cheeks. The anger and tension on my face had vanished in favor of confusion. I didn’t know what to do; Uncle never taught me about this type of situation, so I rested my head on top of the crook of one of his elbows.

I looked up at him awkwardly, “Can you, um, put me down?”

“No,” His tears landed on me; they didn’t sting like I thought they would, “Not yet.” He held me closer. I couldn’t find it within myself to struggle; I sort of wanted this too.

He set me down soon enough, but didn’t let go. I tried to blink the tears out of my eyes, but that just caused one to escape. Its lime glow alerted Garmadon to it.

“La-loyd?!” His grip dropped, I jumped backwards to regain some distance.

“You’re hurt!” I frowned, and then continued searching for my mask, for it held my headset.

“Yeah,” I retorted with a bitter tone, “You caused that, remember?” In the corner of my eye I saw it, while I completely ignored the hurt expression on his face.

“And, it’s ‘Lloyd’, Dad, not ‘La-loyd.’” I rushed towards it; I had to contact the others.

“No, L-L-O-Y-D; I should know, I named you.”

He noticed me moving toward it, “Hey, stop moving while I’m talking to you, La-loyd.” I picked it up and whispered, “We’ve got a code: yellow.”

On the other lines, they were still occupied with the Shark naval and land forces.

Zane was the first to reply, “Oh no, a code yellow!”

“Oh man, that sucks.” Cole stated bluntly.

“Yeah, sorry, dude.” Nya’s response was muffled somewhat by the water spraying out from her mech.

“A code yellow?! What’s a code yellow again?” Jay asked between breaths.

“So your dad knows? Do we need to fetch you, bro?” Kai confirmed.

“La-loyd! Stop contacting your little ninja friends, and listen to me when I’m talking to you.” The Secret Ninja Force heard Garmadon as he swiped the garb from me, his son.

“Give that back, Dad!” I tried to take it back from him, but he was taller than my max jumping height. He grabbed me and I sunk my teeth in him before I could really run that plan by me.

Despite that, he didn’t let go, which just made me feel more like a ‘Garmadon’ than I had all week, “Uh, sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I mumbled looking away, unable to rub the back of my neck, I hadn’t bit anyone since I bit Chen in third grade. I wasn’t certain, but biting people didn’t sound very befitting of a ninja.

“Those are good instincts, La-loyd; but your venom doesn’t work on me.” Had he just encouraged me to bite people?

“Ve-venom?” That explained so much, and yet so little. Had that been the reason Chen was sent to the hospital when we were younger?

“Is that why Chen hates me!?” I blurted. Whoops.

Dad hummed as he adjusted his grip and started walking toward his mech, “I don’t know who this ‘Chen’ is, but if you bit him, probably. Our bite, albeit non-fatal, inflicts excruciating pain to its victims.”

“Oh, I said that out loud. Um, I,” I didn’t tell anyone, not even Uncle Wu, about it; but I guessed that someone like Garmadon would probably understand more than he would, “bit him in third grade after he hit me for, uh, having fangs – they had just grown in. He was sent to the hospital afterwards; I thought I gave him rabies or something.” I chuckled a little.

He joined me in my laughter, “Not rabies, but you did give him a neurotoxin.”

“Aw, man,” I groaned, “No wonder he hates me.” He set me down in the spare seat of his upgraded Shark mech; was he suspecting this for awhile? The clicks of the locks on the seatbelts snapped me out of whatever trance or dopamine-induced civility I was just in.

“Uh, where are we going?” I managed to ask when he turned the mechanical shark on.

“I’m going to get your teeth and other wounds cleaned up and – I don’t know – have you spend the night at my place. I’ll call your mother in the morning when I decide on what to do next.”

“You can’t be serious. I can’t ‘spend the night at your place.’ Mom’s gonna kill me!”

“Well, I can’t send you home as you are now that I know who you are. Not in good conscience.”

I squirmed, “You’re evil! And, not to mention, you ruined my life!”

He pressed a button on his console and said rather calmly, “Retreat! We got what we came for! And someone spruce up the guest bedroom on my floor!”

He turned back to me, “How could I ruined your life; I wasn’t even there?”

I hissed in anger. Realizing my mistake, I covered my mouth in shame; Garmadon drew a monstrous side out of me that I tried so hard to push down. He chortled at my embarrassment.

The sun had just set when we arrived at his volcano lair, I gulped when he parked in one of his docks. There was no retreating, so I followed him to a room in the medical wing where he dropped me off.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour, La-loyd. I’ll show you to the dining room then.” He looked guiltily at the bruise forming on my jaw, “Let them treat you, it shouldn’t take too long.” He closed the door.

“Okay.” I wasn’t in a position to really object.

By ‘too long,’ I wasn’t expecting it to take well over 45 minutes.

It started with a skittish medical assistant entering the room, taking my vitals, handing me a plastic cup to urinate in, and then telling me that the doctor will be in shortly.

After that, the doctor arrives in a lab coat that was covered in dark red splotches. She had exam gloves on and her hair tied up in a bun like she was fresh out of surgery.

“Well, hello there, La-loyd.” She greeted me like I was a small child and mispronounced my name like Garmadon – or was that actually how he intended for it to sound?

“Hi.”

“Today, will be taking some blood specimens as we do an overall check-up.” She discarded her gloves into the biohazard bin and pressed a button on the wall. She grabbed a popsicle stick and approached me.

“Open wide, say: ‘Ah.’”

“Ah.” She pressed it to my tongue and nodded.

“Okay, I’m going to disinfect your wound.” She applied a black gel to the gap that was already filled with the beginnings of a new tooth. The gel was cool to the touch for a couple of seconds before it morphed into a burning sensation.

Fiery tears fizzled as they formed and fell, “If it burns, it’s cleaning the area. She filled a paper cup with tap water and looked at it for a moment as if to be debating something in her mind, and then she flung its contents at my face. A loud sizzling sound erupted from my face as my molten tears hardened into some sort of green silicate. She plucked some off my cheeks with a pair of plyers and dropped the gem formations into the cup. She filled another cup with water and handed it to me.

“Swish once the aseptic gel’s done.”

“Can you flick your tongue for me?” I frowned but otherwise complied. I hadn’t done so in years, so the rush of smells that followed overwhelmed me for a second. The blood, the bleach, my sweat; I gagged.

“Oh my, are you okay?” She threw the wood away into the same red bin as the gloves.

I swallowed, “I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting it to smell so bad.” I flinched when I heard her write something down on her clipboard.

A male nurse entered with a vile and a few needles. She spoke low to the nurse, “Don’t blow any of his veins; in case you forgot, he’s the boss’s kid.”

“Oh, and Mr. Garmadon? We noticed that you’re behind on your vaccines, so we’ll gladly give them to you – your father already consented.”

“What? How would you know that? Do you have access to my medical records?”

“We have our ways.” Hacking, no doubt.

“Are, are you charging for this?”

“Not at all; you’re Lord Garmadon's son. Why would we charge you? Besides, I doubt you have any money to pay with anyway.” Not wrong; I didn’t even have my phone on me – it was still at Wu's with the rest of my clothing and school stuff.

I shrugged as the nurse drew a vile of reddish purple blood. He balked, “You really are the boss’s kid, aren’t you?” I pinched the bridge of my nose and looked up at the security cameras in the corners of the ceiling.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He rolled up the rest of my sleeves to give me my flu shot and my Hepatitis A shot.

After he placed the last band-aid and gave me an ice pack, Garmadon entered. Everyone, even the doctor, began to cower. My arms ached too much to move them into any battle stance. I tightened my grip on my icepack; it was starting to burn my hand.

“We-we did everything you requested, Lord Garmadon.” She bowed, he seemed to ignore her in favor of me.

Our eyes met briefly, “Even his vaccines?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stared at me, “Is this true, La-loyd?” Why was he going to take my word above his employees? We were battling not even an hour ago.

I showed him my bandages. He grabbed the hand I wasn’t using to hold my icepack to my face.

“Okay, La-loyd, let me show you where our dinner is.” After we left, there was a collective sigh that came from the room.

After several minutes of silent walking, we stopped at the dinning room. There were only two plates set on the table, despite its length suggesting it could hold at least twenty.

“Here we are, La-loyd! Take a seat right there.” The warlord pointed to a leather seat adjacent to the plate at the head of the table. I sat, but I didn’t bother masking my discomfort.

Garmadon clicked the microphone on his clothing, “Bring the food out!”

He cleared his throat indicating he was about to engage us in small talk, “So, La-loyd, how’s school treating you?”

I moved my chair away from him slightly, “It’s cool.” I said dismissively.

“What about your ninja friends? Do they treat you well?”

“Why do you care? But, yeah, they’re all I’ve got.”

The food came disrupting his window for a response. It was blue lobster with a butter glaze. It came with a side of popcorn shrimp and calamari fries.

I bit my tongue once I had a fry in my hand hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Why are you doing that? Just eat your food; it's not poisoned or anything.” He noticed.

“Why am I doing what?” I ate a fry experimentally, “Is this squid?”

I bit my tongue again; the food smelled fine.

“Yes, but why are you biting your tongue like that? Are you trying to suppress your instincts?”

I wanted to tell him, but he never had to hide what he was. “What instincts?” I lied poorly.

I narrowed my eyes mumbling, “Well, that’s none of your business anyway, Garmadon.”

“Son.” My eyes darted to him, pupils slits before dilating again.

“You wouldn’t understand.” I ate one of the shrimp; not too shabby, could use some lime juice.

“Or would I?”

I glared, “No, you wouldn’t understand what it’s like for people to be constantly comparing you to someone you’re not.” I cut vigorously into the lobster’s shell. As bits broke off, it made loud crunching and crackling crashes. I winced.

“For people to see you as nothing more than a monster.”

“When people see me, all they ever see is you!” I clenched my fists. The floodgates were open, I couldn’t stop myself from venting.

“To have to constantly push down what feels natural, just so you can go a single day without being picked on or people pointing at you and saying, ‘I bet he’s as evil as his dad,’ or ‘Why haven’t those ninja killed him yet?’ Or, ‘Ninjago would be better off without him around.'” I rubbed the tears out of my eyes, the flames dancing on my hands was almost enough to distract me from the memories I was reliving.

“No one was there to tell me that it was normal to react the way I had.”

“La-loyd, I didn’t know.” He put a hand on my shoulder. I inched away some.

“Of course you didn’t know, you said it yourself: 'you weren’t even there!' You never bothered to know! I lived my whole life feeling like a freak. It sucks to despise your reflection and what you are!”

I started eating a large portion of the lobster, shell and all. It was oddly calming to bite into something crunchy. Garmadon watched me with worry in his eyes.

“I, you’re right.” He broke the silence.

“That it sucks?”

“Yes, that, but also that I should’ve been there for you when you were growing up.”

He grimaced, “But I wasn’t. I’m sorry, La-loyd, but we’re together now.” He squeezed my arm, but it was still tender from the flu shot. Maybe the pain was making me more aggressive than I usually was; Oni blood was weird like that.

“We’re not 'together now.’ Did you seriously think that I would move-in with you just because you captured me?”

“I just thought I could make things right. We can finally make up for lost time. There’s so much I can teach you: how to tie a tie, ride a bike, and, if you're feeling up to it, conquer a city!”

I always wanted someone to be there and do those things with me - well, not the last one - since my mom wasn’t there either, but I never saw that person being Garmadon. It was clear that he was only trying to butter me up to helping him conquer Ninjago. Of course, what was I to expect from an evil warlord?

[astroi]

Deleted scene from One-shot #6

"La-loyd is that you?" He stepped closer with his Shark mech. Dad looked at me with wide eyes when I wiped the green flames threatening to fall from my eyes with my sleeve. Proceeding to catch them on fire. Great plan, Lloyd!

"What? No!" I said a little too quickly to sound believable. I rigorously patted down my sleeve behind my back.

"Smooth." Cole said while trying to restrain a chuckle.

Nya elbowed him with her mech, "Hey! What was that for?"

"You know why, Cole." She hissed.

[gokailyger84]

Ninja Brian (in universe) collectively attempting over and over to confess his gay, gay crush but ends up becoming nervous and kills the nearest person around them.

Sometimes, I wonder how my brain works when it comes to filling these prompts

Danny frowned, tilting his head in confusion.  He watched as the hands of the figure before him, moved at lightening speed.  

So fast, Danny’s eyes could barely keep up.  The hands forming half-sentences and a lot of gibberish.  

Nin/ja Brian was acting strange.  

Still.

“Whoa, whoa whoa, Nin/ja Brian.”  Danny interrupted, holding up his hands.

He waited for his friend to calm down and lower his hands.  

Danny crossed his arms and tilted his hand.

“Now, what is it you’re trying to tell me?”

Nin/ja Brian took a deep breath and raised his hands.

“I’m just trying to say…what I mean to say is…that I, that I…I mean…We’ve know each other for so and you saved me…sometimes I…etrtfgyhujikl;xfcvgjkml-”

“GAAAH!!!”  A voice cried out.

Nin/ja Brian looked over to see his hand, suddenly holding a knife, plunged in the chest of a man.  Nin/ja Brian and Danny stared at the man who was looking down at his chest in shock.  

Several seconds passed, before Nin/ja Brian pulled the knife out and the man crumbled to the ground.  

Danny watched the entire scene with mild interest.  His eyes met Nin/ja Brian’s who blushed and vanished in a poof of smoke.  

Danny just shook his head, as he formed some quick hand signals, causing the body to vanish.  

This was starting to become an annoying trend that Danny couldn’t understand.  

For several weeks now, Nin/ja Brian had been trying to tell him something but couldn’t get it out.  Instead he’d either descend into gibberish or kill some random person.  

Sometimes, like just now, he’d do both and he’d become embarrassed and vanish.  

Danny wouldn’t see or hear from him for a couple of days before he’d return and they’d start the whole routine over.  

The first few times were amusing, but after weeks of this odd behavior, Danny was reaching his wits end.  

Sure, it was funny when Nin/ja Brian stabbed that clown, when they were walking through the park eating ice cream and when he stabbed that guy who just happened to be harassing that pretty girl at the dance club.  

But the waiter at the restaurant they went to and the guy laughing a little too loudly at the movies and those teens late night swimming, when they were sitting together at the beach.  

It was getting to be too much.  

Every time they would go out together, Nin/ja Brian would try to tell him something but he would always get a nervous twitch.  

A stabbing twitch.  

Which was unfortunate for anyone near them.  

Danny didn’t know what to make of it.  He wished they could go out and spend time together without this odd addition.  

But Nin/ja Brian seemed determined to try and tell Danny, whatever it was he wanted to tell him.  And honestly Danny was curious.  

What did his best friend want to tell him, that had him behaving so strangely?  

Danny actually had an idea.  He wasn’t as oblivious as most people thought.  

But he still wasn’t sure, because this was Nin/ja Brian.  

A deadly emotionless nin/ja.  

Right?

He couldn’t possibly…could he?  

Danny decided to let his imagination stretch.  Entertain the possibility.  He started with himself.  

How did he feel about the Nin/ja Brian?  

Danny thought about his unique personality.  His murderous but also gentle nature.  His incomparable musical talent.  

His rare soft smiles.  

His cute blushes that were becoming quite frequent.  

His beautiful blue eyes…  

Huh?  

Looked like Danny was learning something new about himself.  Funny, he wasn’t feeling panicky or ashamed of himself.

He let his mind dwell on the revealing thoughts, while sitting in the living room on the couch.  

Two days had passed since Nin/ja Brian disappeared.  He should be showing up soon and suggesting they go out somewhere.    

As if on cue, Danny heard a ‘poof’ sound coming from the kitchen.  

Danny listened as Nin/ja Brian opened the refrigerator.  Probably getting some of the leftovers, Danny had left him.  He tended not to eat while he was gone.  

Danny kept his attention tuned to the sounds from the kitchen, as the nin/ja ate his meal.  

Danny patiently waited.  He didn’t have to wait long.  

Nin/ja Brian walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch.  

Danny remained silent, watching as Nin/ja Brian’s hands predictably came up and apologized for his behavior and asked Danny if he wanted to go out tomorrow night.  

Danny continued to stare at his partner.  

He couldn’t believe how predictable Nin/ja Brian had become.  

Well, it was past time to break the monotonous routine.  

“No, Brian.  I don’t think so.”  

Nin/ja Brian stared at Danny wide-eyed.  Danny had just refused to go out.  

But, why?  

He always said yes.  

Nin/ja Brian could feel himself begin to panic.  He thought he was doing it right.  

He’d ask Danny out, they’d have a good time together and then he’d confess his feelings.  

At least, that’s how it was supposed to go.  

Nin/ja Brian looked down.  Everything would go perfect, until it was time for his confession.  He’d always get “tongue tied” and nervous.  

Somehow, he’d end up killing someone too.  

It was already embarrassing that he couldn’t get his words out but to lose control of his body and randomly stab a person was ridiculous.  

Not to mention, he’d always run off.  Needing time to recollect himself before coming back to try again.  

It looked like Danny had had enough.  

Nin/ja Brian’s hands clenched in the fabric of his pants.  He had fucked up.  

Now, Danny didn’t even want to be around him anymore.  

Much less return his feelings.  

Nin/ja Brian stood up.

“I’m sorry.  I won’t bother you again.”  He signed, turning away.  

As he headed towards the hall, intending to lock himself in his room, he felt his arm grabbed, stopping him in his tracks.  

Nin/ja Brian looked down at the hand gripping his wrist tightly.  His eyes trailed up the arm, over the chest and met Danny’s hardened gaze.  

“That’s not what I meant, Brian.”  Danny said, his voice gentle, contrasting greatly with his stern expression.  

“I want to know what’s going on.  Tell me right now, what it is you are obviously so desperate to say.”  Danny tightened his hold.  

“And don’t pussy out on me.”  

Nin/ja Brian continued to stare at Danny.  He’d never seen him so serious before.  

It was kind of scary.  

The nin/ja felt a sudden urge to teleport away but with Danny’s hold on him, he’d end up coming along.  

“Brian, please.”  

Danny pulled Nin/ja Brian towards him.  His other hand raising, gently caressing his cloth covered cheek.  

“Talk to me, Bri.”  

Nin/ja Brian let out a sigh.  He didn’t think he could get it out.  

He leaned into Danny’s hand, taking comfort in the touch.  

He wanted to feel those hands on his skin.  Touching him. Gently.  Softly.  

He wanted Danny to feel the same.  

But it was unlikely.  Danny was straight.  

He was afraid that Danny would reject him.  Hate him.  Make him leave.  

He didn’t think Danny would actually react that way but the mind was tricky thing. 

Nin/ja Brian wanted to tell him.  Had tried to tell him.  

Ultimately his fear won out and he couldn’t do it.  

But looking into those warm brown eyes.  Maybe he could.  

Danny didn’t have to return his feelings.  They could still be friends and that would be enough for him.  

It was just the feelings he had, where threatening to consume him.  He needed to get them out. 

Nin/ja Brian pulled back from Danny.  He noticed Danny still kept hold of his wrist. 

That was fine. 

He wasn’t going to go anywhere.  

Danny watched as Nin/ja Brian reached up and pulled his mask off.  His eyes widened slightly. 

Danny could tell that this time, he wasn’t going to run away.  Danny released Nin/ja Brian’s wrist. 

He gasped slightly, when the nin/ja’s hands were suddenly on his face, gently pulling him down.

Nin/ja Brian pressed their foreheads together.  Danny felt a spark shoot through him. 

Nin/ja Brian was…wait. 

What was he doing?  

“Close your eyes.”  

A low voice said in Danny’s mind, startling him.

That sounded like Nin/ja Brian’s voice.  Before he had lost it.  

Danny felt a sting of guilt.  That had been his fault.  

Shaking his head mentally, Danny pushed the thoughts away and did as he was told.  

He was looking down at a keyboard.  Hands flying across them, with expert ease.  

He looked up and saw himself, dancing and singing.  His hair flying around his head, as he belted out the lyrics to ‘Road Trip’.  

For a moment, Danny was confused.  

Why was he watching himself?    

Danny then could feel an almost overwhelming sense of pride as he watched himself.  

He then immediately understood.  

Nin/ja Brian was sharing his memories with him.  He had linked their minds together.  

Danny didn’t even know he could do that.  

He blinked and he saw himself standing in front of a stove.  

Danny remembered this.  He had attempted to fix a meal.  Danny watched as his memory self turned, smoke coming up from the skillet, and his hand behind his head, smiling sheepishly.  

Danny could feel his cheeks, no, Nin/ja Brian’s cheeks warming.  

The scene changed again.  

Danny watched as he flirted with a group of ladies and choked in surprise feeling the intense hot rage.  

The scene changed quickly, leaving Danny quite unsettled.  

He was now standing in front of himself.  Nin/ja Brian’s arms flying as he tried to sign what he had been struggling to say for so long.  

He watched amused, as memory Danny’s eyes widened, seeing the clown get suddenly stabbed.  

He could feel a growing sense of failure and self-hatred rising as he vanished, appearing deep in a forest.

Another scene change and Danny saw himself passed out on the couch.  A bit of drool at the corner of his lips.  

Danny watched as a black clothed covered hand, reach forward and ran it’s fingers through his curls.  

Danny felt his chest tightening.  

He knew that feeling.  Even if he had only felt it a few times in his life.  

It was now clear.

Nin/ja Brian was in love with him.

Then a sudden change and Danny saw himself, redfaced and yelling terrible, hurtful things.  Taking Nin/ja Brian’s keyboard and throwing it into the wall, breaking it and storming off.  

He could hear the front door slamming shut.

Despair and sorrow engulfed his entire being.

Nin/ja Brian suddenly pulled away, releasing Danny and severing the link.  Danny held back a wince, at the sudden, jarring disconnect.  

He opened his eyes.  

Nin/ja Brian was looking down at the floor.  His eyebrows furrowed with…was that fear.  Danny understood.  

Nin/ja Brian was afraid he was going to lose him because of his feelings.

“Brian.”  Danny said softly.  He smiled sadly, seeing the nin/ja stiffen.

Danny stepped closer and pulled Nin/ja Brian into his arms, resulting in a surprised gasp.

“I’m not going to leave you, Bri.  Even if I didn’t return your feelings, I would never leave.  I could never be angry at you for how you feel.”

Lifting his hand, Danny gently tilted Nin/ja Brian’s head up, meeting his eyes.  

“You mean too much to me.”  

Danny then leaned forward, Nin/ja Brian’s eyes widened, as Danny’s lips covered his own.  

Nin/ja Brian’s body froze.  Stunned with shock.  

Danny pulled away, chuckling awkwardly.  His eyes looking off to the side.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Nin/ja Brian continued to stare.  His mind still processing what happened.  Danny begin to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that.  Just like me to be so impulsive.”  

Nin/ja Brian grabbed both of Danny’s arms, stopping his movement.  He pushed himself upwards, roughly pressing his lips to Danny’s.  

Danny grunted in surprise before letting his eyes slide shut and pressing back just as hard.  

Danny felt the spark return.  

Love and happiness filled his mind.  

Nin/ja Brian’s feelings.  

Danny wrapped his arms around his partner’s body, squeezing them closer together.  

“I love you.” 

Nin/ja Brian’s voice echoed in his mind.  

Danny smiled, deepening the kiss.  Nin/ja Brian finally said it.  What he had been trying to say for so long.  

Danny let his own feeling flow through their link.  Swirling and mixing with Nin/ja Brian’s.  

“I love you too.”