#ns13

[parachutingkitten]

okay, i did it, i made it real, we can all relax now.

[officercooks]

Somehow I forgot to post these

Anywho redraw of my first art post for fun

[fanfalc-616]

Hey so it has been a while since I’ve posted but. Ninjago text post memes (again)

Sources: tumblr and huh yeah that’s the only source this time funky

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[toastingpencils37]

"I found something new that I'm really good at. I'm a ninja"

So Cole was saying this after Lou caught him going over the plan to steal the Blade Cup with the other ninja.

And here is Lou's face right after Cole said that he was a ninja:

And later, Lou says to Cole in reference to how stealing is wrong, "I'm not going to wait around to watch you make a mockery of our of our family's legacy."

And I know that at the time the episode was written, Lilly most definitely wasn't conceptualized, meaning that her being the previous Earth ninja couldn't as well.

But watching this after Season 13, you can interpret Lou's reaction to Cole being a ninja and stealing, as not only a mockery to his legacy being a dancer, but also Lilly's legacy as being a ninja.

[oso-mimir]

the game room throughout the seasons

they have so much stuff now!!

[savemysoulmyartsucks]

Lloyd going to Coles room to tell him to stay away from Princesses is adorable. He is just protective of his older brother (especially after what happened to him)

[grumpy-zane]

((Something I really like about Vania is just how fast she is to return to a 'normal' state. She approaches life very simply.

Like when she was falling, and she was like 'Why would I be panicking? There's a plan.' and when its revealed that there isn't, she freaks out for a bit and then is like 'Well that's that. hey this hole is deep.'

She doesn't overthink to a detriment, If she can be helpful, she will be. And yeah she talks ideas out to Chompy, but its not in some sort of worry spiral. She sorts her thoughts out that way.

I like that she doesn't believe things unless she sees it.

When Vangelis revealed himself to be the skull sorcerer, it felt very in-line with his character based on how Vania asks. He didn't want her to go into the caves because, like her, he would have to give a simple/truthful answer. Him choosing not to hide it when being confronted just shows how he could potentially have a similar perspective as Vania does in that regard. ))

[lightning-chicken]

What Lies Beneath Mountains

i wrote something for a server writing game (hi, nwod people!) and i decided to post it! this is based of off the deleted scene at the end of s13, where the munce and geckle return to the mountain.

(ao3 version here.)

It’s quiet under the mountain.

Pickaxes carve into rock, carts roll along tracks, stone is moulded and beaten into delicate swirls. The Munce and Geckle workers toil together in silence—not out of fear, like before, but out of respect and a rare kind of reverence. Any half-buried grievances have been put aside in the name of someone both sides admired.

Another someone.

One statue already inhabits the temple beneath the mountain, but that isn’t what the workers are here for. They’re focused on a new figure carved out of rock: a new hero, sent to help the people who idolised his mother.

Coincidence or fate? Maybe she has too much faith in the writers in the clouds, but she’d like to believe it’s a mix of both.

As this second statue is lifted into place—pulled by Munce and Geckle giving every ounce of energy they can, just like the heroes did for them—its features come to light. That statue is smaller than the other, and shaped into a different likeness, but the similarities are unavoidable: intricate yet durable swirls wrap around both the statues’ rocky skin, echoing each other but unique in their own ways. Gritty stone has been hewn into his features where polished stone was sculpted into hers; they’re two chunks of the same rock, shaped by different processes over the course of their lives but undeniably from the same roots.

Similar, but beautifully unique.

It’s all she ever hoped that he’d achieve: living his life on his own terms, putting his heart and soul into causes he believes in. For that, and for a thousand other reasons, she’s so, so proud of him.

Slabs of stone are pushed into place, and the second statue is secured in its place beside the first.

Tools clink together as the workers pack up their bags, filing out of the temple one by one. The completion of a monument like this should be a cause for celebration, yet the workers are hushed and the air is heavy. It’s not celebration, it’s quiet reflection and respect.

The workers have lived here long enough to know that this temple is home to more than stone monoliths.

Workers begin to make their way back up the mountain, the dull thuds of their feet receding into whispers of noise. Any lingering traces of activity are scrubbed away with the last worker’s departure, and the stone doors are gently pulled shut.

It’s quiet under the mountain.

Dark, too—the light from the workers’ torches has long since withdrawn to the upper levels of the mountain, rendering the statues near-blind in their temple.

Not for long, though.

Rock shifts and lava slips through the cracks, running in rivulets through the central carving on the floor. It streams outwards in spirals, emitting a soft golden glow that gets brighter with every new drop of lava exposed.

Heat rises and hangs in the air—not the blistering roar of fire, but the simmering heat of a hot spring. The gentle warmth of soil on a summer’s day. The unconditional pride of a parent’s love.

Molten rock entwines around the younger statue’s feet and stretches to his hands, welcoming and accepting him as part of the temple. The glow burns brightest not at his heart but at his fingers—they’re mere breaths from hers; so, so close to touching, but not quite there.

Not quite there.

They remain like that, for a while: one statue lit with all the might of the earth, and the other dull in comparison. Tarnished by time and weary from loss.

The desire to close this tiny, tiny gap shimmers deep in her stone chest, but she shoves it down and lets it simmer deeper. Closing the gap is something she used to be able to do, something she used to have the opportunity to do. Not now.

Closing the gap is something she gave up when she used her final years as a hero to fight and not rest. She doesn’t regret her time travelling or helping those who needed it—it’s the opposite, in fact. She loved that, and she can see the same desire ended up running in the family.

No, what she regrets is not being able to help those she cared about the most: she couldn’t help them when coughs rattled her frame every time she spoke; she couldn’t help them when getting out of bed took more effort than moving a mountain; and she couldn’t help them when all her strength finally left her and she died.

But she’s made piece with that. What’s done is done, and what is gone will soon bloom anew in another form.

Warmth seeps through every shard of her body as the lava pools at her feet, and—

Rough rock grazes her hand.

Just for a moment—but another moment is everything she hoped for.

Her stone shifts, head tilting left, left, left, inch by inch, until she can see him properly. His statue is back where it was originally placed; the only way she can tell it’s been moved (no, he moved by himself) is the disturbed soil and brighter glow.

That same glow sings through her skin. He isn’t the real thing and neither is she, but it’s close, and close means everything.

Lilly looks at her son and smiles.

[nin-jay-go]

new fic idea: rewriting motm so its a dnd campaign. the plot remains the exact same but it's not a show, it's just some guys playing dnd with their silly characters

[ghostlysundae]

Owl gal :D

[colesstar]

STOP!! THIS IS AN OFFICIAL MOTM CHECKPOINT 🚨🚨

plsplspld reblog with motm screencaps

HERES MY CONTRIBUTION!!

i beg I am running on motm juice and a headache i love it so much its not okay the WHOME SEASON VBGJDODIN i have a whole new bunch if characters to my blorbo list ots not okay but we MOVE but YOU cant move without ADDING MOTM SCREENCAPS please :(( especially cole but i love all the characters (except vangelis FUCK YOU >:[)

[mittenslikescats]

Hopefully we see more of Vania in Ninjago United. Also I like how she was paired with Cole throughout MOTM and didn't end up as a sort of love interest as this happened with the other ninja when paired up with a female character (Jay with Nya, Zane with Pixal, Kai with Skylor and Lloyd with Harumi then later Akita). So yeah I think that's pretty cool their breaking that cycle of 'guy + girl who show a connection to each other = love interest.

Also here's the original sketch

[crayonsfunkyartcorner]

(Man, these seasons are short) I finished Master of the Mountain! Really great season, I love Vania and the Cole focus was awesome. Especially the Spinjitzu Burst scene, soooo good. Cole’s story is so sad and I didn’t even know Lilly but I already miss her. I also love the Upply :)

[kai-smiths-hair-gel]

DON'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE

This based off of the headcanon that when Cole 'activated' Lilly's statue in shintaro it shed tears at the sight of her son once again <3

[toastingpencils37]

Ninjago Dragons Rising Episode 16 Spoilers

Something something due to Geo being forgotten as a kid he probably had no idea that Munce and Geckles finally started getting along and Vangelis was overthrown until Cole possibly told him after the Merge.

[lightning-chicken]

Unfamiliar, Familiar Dances

(tags from this post, via @finn-m-corvex)

i like how you think, finn! in fact, i liked it so much that i went ahead and wrote this:

(set during s13 ep1, ao3 version here)

“What? What happened? Someone’s located the Teapot of Tyrahn? Uh, Pythor’s back? My father’s been found? What?”

The postman only chuckled in response to Lloyd’s questions. “Heh, you got an invitation. To Shintaro!” 

“Shintaro?” Lloyd echoed.

“Mm-hmm, the Ivory City!” Satisfaction and pride at a job well done beamed from the postman. “You don’t deliver one of these every day. No siree.”

As the others chattered away, Nya glanced at Jay to gauge how much of Lloyd’s anxious speculation he picked up.

Someone’s located the Teapot of Tyrahn?

The only reason why the rest of the ninja knew that particular object existed was because of a precaution. Neither Nya nor Jay had been keen on the idea of revealing the alternate turn of events that had upended their lives; though it would’ve been nice to lift some of the burden off of their chests, the questions and confusion that would follow would be too much to deal with. Just the idea of an alternate timeline would concern the other ninja, and that wasn’t even including everything that happened during it. FSM, how would Kai react if he found out she’d—

Not now, Nya.

Through an unspoken agreement, Nya and Jay had decided to keep those events to themselves. Small details, like the Teapot of Tyrahn, could be mentioned in passing as objects of interest, but nothing more than that. Everything else—all of the festering guilt and old hopes and moments that Nya pretended didn’t bother her—got shoved away in that little locked box where Nya kept all the essential, pointless things that got in the way. 

(She knew it was one of her old, bad habits, and she was working on prying that lock open and dealing with every little thing one at a time, but sometimes it was simply so much easier to deal with things later. If laterever came around.)

If they ever needed to talk about it, they could talk to each other.

Not that they did that often.

All the ninja had a particular manner of tiptoeing their way around all the unpleasant things they’d experienced in their years as Ninjago’s protectors. They addressed things by not addressing them at all. Something catastrophic would happen, but nothing would change except for deeper layers under ordinary actions: How are you doings were expressed in breakfast offers, sorrys were layered in lingering hugs, I love yous were lent in borrowed clothes. None of it was ever really said aloud; saying it aloud would be an admission that something was wrong in the first place. Instead, they all attempted to return to the safety of normal. Over the years of grieving and ignoring almost-failures and almost-tragedies, the ninja had perfected this uncomfortably familiar dance. The steps were memorised.

At first, Nya had loathed this dance. The ninja’s determination to awkwardly skirt around any mention of sensitive topics infuriated her to no end. She couldn’t see why they didn’t just get any bothersome feelings out in the open and move on. They were ninja, for FSM’s sake—the city needed a set of strong elemental masters, not a group of damaged teenagers.

Then she learned what dying felt like, and she realised that one was a result of the other.

In all honesty, they’d gotten better at coping with things over the years. Weekly sleepovers were established, with pillow forts and fierce competition over who got to choose the movie for the evening. And when the lights dimmed and eyes lulled closed, sometimes one of them would let slip a disquieting thought that’d been bugging them, and that was okay.

They would be okay.

What wasn’t okay, though, was how Nya and Jay had dealt with the events that had happened but also didn’t happen. At the start, they hadn’t talked about it at all, preferring to pretend that everything was (that they were) normal. 

All that had come crashing down when Nya caught Jay in the middle of a nightmare, tears dripping down his face when she woke him up, both their hearts pounding too fast to ever be considered normal.

Now they had settled into their own version of the dance. Jay was there to grab her hand when he caught it absentmindedly rubbing her chest where the venom had been, or when she stared at a white dress in horrified rapture. In return, Nya was there to soothe him when someone moved in a certain way and he flinched, or when he spiralled into a panic over details that meant nothing to other people but meant so many things to him. And they were both there to check on the other when often-innocent mentions of that timeline caught them unawares.

Like now.

Someone’s located the Teapot of Tyrahn?

Turning to face her yang, Nya studied him for any kind of reaction. Jay—who she would usually catch doing the same thing—didn’t seem to notice. At all. He was fully engaged in the conversation, oohing and ahhing over the fancy envelope along with the other ninja. Maybe he hadn’t heard it?

No, he definitely did. He always did.

Gently grabbing his wrist, Nya steers Jay away from the others. They’re all too busy talking about Shintaro (whatever that was, she wasn’t really paying attention) to pick up Nya’s murmured, “You okay?”

A sweetly bemused smile bloomed on his face; it was an expression he’d been adopting more frequently than usual. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Nya knew Jay. She’d known him through years of winning and losing, through years of fighting and surviving, and through the best and worst years of their lives—in some cases, she could even say she knew too muchabout him. 

(Jay had never quite mastered the art of knowing when some information was too much information.)

She knew about his tendency to ramble when he was nervous, about the way he fidgeted with his fingers when he was flustered, about how his eyes would light up with a blue too bright to be normal when he got an idea. Nya knew what made Jay… well, Jay. 

When Jay spoke, there wasn’t any rush to the words, or forced cheerfulness she’d learned to discern from his usual upbeat tone, or tell-tale tremble under his voice. In short, there were none of the things that usually indicated Jay was hiding something.

None.

Nya didn’t know what worried her more: the possibility that Jay had suddenly gotten very, very good at lying; or the idea that he genuinely didn’t know what she was talking about.

Because the Jay she knew wouldn’t—couldn’t—have been so calm about it.

Of course, there was the possibility that he’d finally moved on from it. They hadn’t had to talk about it for months, after all. Maybe she was the one with the leftover baggage.

Still, Nya couldn’t shake off her lingering doubts.

It didn’t make sense. After they both got trapped inside Prime Empire, and after she… disappeared, she would’ve thought that he’d be more aware of the last time something like that had happened, not less. Even Nya was still frazzled by it; for a moment, she’d been…

Death didn’t feel like it did the first time.

Losing her last life in Prime Empire had been quick. Painless. No permeating chill, no agony of drowning in your own body, no dimming view of the person she’d realised that she’d loved all along.

And she’d come back! 

She was fine.

Everything was fine.

Jay tilted his head, catching her attention. Judging by his quizzical look, she’d been quiet for far too long. Nya gripped his hand and squeezed it, ignoring how it didn’t fit against hers like it used to. “Nothing, nothing. Just making sure you’re alright.”

Jay hummed.

Usually, when Nya shut down his questions like that, he’d give her space at first, but later approach her just to make sure she was okay.  Now, he rejoined the conversation with ease, and she already knew there wasn’t going to be any check-up later.

Inexplicable dread crept up her spine.

Whilst the others started making plans, Kai glanced at Nya for her opinions, only to realise that she wasn’t with the rest of the group anymore. After making his way over to her, he leaned his arm on her shoulder in the older-brotherly way she’d always associated with him. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Kai must’ve noticed the way her eyes had flicked from him to Jay, because the next thing he asked was, “Do you want me to talk to him for you?”

“What? No. No, he hasn’t done anything.”

And that was the problem. 

But what kind of problem was that?

A coil of unease tightened around her stomach.

“You sure?” Kai didn’t sound convinced. But Kai was sceptical of a lot of things; it was in his nature, since the early days when the Smith family became two instead of four. Maybe it was in her nature, too.

The coil began to unwind.

Maybe Jay really hadn’t heard what Lloyd said. Maybe she was extrapolating things out of control, trying to connect dots that didn’t exist. Maybe she shouldn’t be doubting Jay: her yang, one of the people she cared about most in the world.

“I’m sure.”

Her stupid line of reasoning didn’t make sense anyway. So what if Jay had changed? Everyone did. People got older. Trying to stop it would be futile, and so would be trying to deny it.

What Nya couldn’t deny was the incessant fact that this Jay wasn’t the same person as her old Jay. Somewhere in the middle of the past few years or months (she couldn’t pinpoint it exactly), her Jay had changed.

There was nothing she could do about that.

Even so, she couldn’t help but wonder why.