Hi guys I am a little out of the loop
Speaking honestly from an honestly enjoyable, quality wise, not just fandom and loyalty standpoint. Are the new seasons worth watching?
I haven't had time to watch since like season 11 I think... geez
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The day continues on, drawling on in some places and racing in others. It all leaves Kai a little dizzy by the time he is satisfied with his long row of indents in the dirt. Shamefully scared to look towards the heavens, Kai sits with his legs crossed, gaze giving the back of his hands a thorough examination. There is dirt caked in his nails and the crevices of his skin, but through it he just spots a few puckered white contours surrounding each knuckle.
He doesn’t know where they came from, he really does not. Maybe when he broke his mirror a while ago. Maybe he scraped the Pit’s rocky floor trying to make a punch hit. He doesn’t know. They aren’t pretty, that’s for sure. There go his unsung dreams of being a hand model.
When did he stop keeping track? He used to care about where he was marked… Right?
A muddy finger reaches to follow the twin scars running down his cheek. Maybe he never has cared all that much. Been too reckless to.
Whatever.
Ch6 is finally out <3 :)
It is a challenge, but Kai makes it without too much trouble. He hates to do it, but Kai takes a hard look at himself in the mirror. Said mirror is already cracked and Kai has never bothered to clean it, so with Kai’s added instability, and his clouded vision – it is awfully hard to make out any concrete details of his own face.
His initial feeling is disgust. Despite the blurriness – he looks terrible, more terrible than he usually does. He used to care a lot more, before… Well, before. But Kai is pretty sure his revulsion has more to do with the fact that he hates what he sees, and less to do with the alcohol still remaining in his bloodstream.
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Or; Kai has done just about everything he promised himself he would never do; Run away from his family, joined an illegals fight club, and worst of all, he avoids Nya's calls.
An introspective look into Kai's time hiding and working at the Slither Pit.
Hey guys read my Slither pit era Kai fic pleaseeee I have had some chapters in the back pocket and decided to post them so here is the first one!
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My question is why are all of the Ninjago adults so angry..........
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Like to think Maya and Ray eventually adopt a little boy
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Does the commissioner have a name or is his name just "the commissioner?"
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sitting SILENT in my room thinking about it
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Don’t worry guys just crying over how unequivocally tragic Kai’s character is
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The woman squints, as if trying to decide if he has lied to her or not. He hasn’t, but he really does not care if she can tell or not. “I guess your hair is just… Naturally ratty?”
She is trying to get a rise out of him, he knows. It’s one of her favorite things to do, but he never lets her succeed, at least not fully. It’s not worth the energy, especially when he has got such little these days. “Yes, and it looks great, fuck off.” He injects a tone of finality. He should really be going, anyways.
She sticks her tongue out at him, “Okay, okay sour patch, I just wanted to know where you’ve been.” Leona leans in, eyes trailing over his features. The attention makes him uncomfortable, and he shifts a little. “No new bruises, so you haven’t been cheating on the Pit with another club, maybe you’re moonlighting as a high school student somewhere,” Leona jokes, but Kai can tell she is fishing.
Ch5 is out! <3
It is a challenge, but Kai makes it without too much trouble. He hates to do it, but Kai takes a hard look at himself in the mirror. Said mirror is already cracked and Kai has never bothered to clean it, so with Kai’s added instability, and his clouded vision – it is awfully hard to make out any concrete details of his own face.
His initial feeling is disgust. Despite the blurriness – he looks terrible, more terrible than he usually does. He used to care a lot more, before… Well, before. But Kai is pretty sure his revulsion has more to do with the fact that he hates what he sees, and less to do with the alcohol still remaining in his bloodstream.
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Or; Kai has done just about everything he promised himself he would never do; Run away from his family, joined an illegals fight club, and worst of all, he avoids Nya's calls.
An introspective look into Kai's time hiding and working at the Slither Pit.
Hey guys read my Slither pit era Kai fic pleaseeee I have had some chapters in the back pocket and decided to post them so here is the first one!
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I may be a lot of things but at least I don’t tag the ships I’m bashing when I talk about them
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GRUMBMILLER?????
Important question: Does the babysitter Kai and Nya had as little kids have a name?
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Important question: Does the babysitter Kai and Nya had as little kids have a name?
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Guys this is gonna date me so bad but I remember having little theories/stories in my head about what happened to Kai and Nya’s parents BEFORE SEASON FOUR because at that point nothing had been revealed and my little middle school brain said “free real estate”
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So is Jiang the new fandom accepted Kai and nya last name or did I miss something -- I'm too old for this back in my day it was smith
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It is a challenge, but Kai makes it without too much trouble. He hates to do it, but Kai takes a hard look at himself in the mirror. Said mirror is already cracked and Kai has never bothered to clean it, so with Kai’s added instability, and his clouded vision – it is awfully hard to make out any concrete details of his own face.
His initial feeling is disgust. Despite the blurriness – he looks terrible, more terrible than he usually does. He used to care a lot more, before… Well, before. But Kai is pretty sure his revulsion has more to do with the fact that he hates what he sees, and less to do with the alcohol still remaining in his bloodstream.
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Or; Kai has done just about everything he promised himself he would never do; Run away from his family, joined an illegals fight club, and worst of all, he avoids Nya’s calls.
An introspective look into Kai’s time hiding and working at the Slither Pit.
Hey guys read my Slither pit era Kai fic pleaseeee I have had some chapters in the back pocket and decided to post them so here is the first one!
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His lip’s part, eyes still bleary, but less distressed than he was. One star flickers. “You used to dream a lot, didn’t you? We always doubted you. Even if your visions were nothing less than prophetic most of the time.” He allows his gaze to wander to the piece of stone taking the visage of his friend, just for a moment. “Did that discourage you? how many of them did you keep to yourself?” He inquires to the air, to the stone statue looming over him.
“… Did you dream about this?” The wind tussles his matted and greasy hair, as if trying to respond. Vaguely he ponders whether to listen more clearly, perhaps he could make out a sentence. A mutter. Something.
Chapter 4 is out <3
It is a challenge, but Kai makes it without too much trouble. He hates to do it, but Kai takes a hard look at himself in the mirror. Said mirror is already cracked and Kai has never bothered to clean it, so with Kai’s added instability, and his clouded vision – it is awfully hard to make out any concrete details of his own face.
His initial feeling is disgust. Despite the blurriness – he looks terrible, more terrible than he usually does. He used to care a lot more, before… Well, before. But Kai is pretty sure his revulsion has more to do with the fact that he hates what he sees, and less to do with the alcohol still remaining in his bloodstream.
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Or; Kai has done just about everything he promised himself he would never do; Run away from his family, joined an illegals fight club, and worst of all, he avoids Nya's calls.
An introspective look into Kai's time hiding and working at the Slither Pit.
Hey guys read my Slither pit era Kai fic pleaseeee I have had some chapters in the back pocket and decided to post them so here is the first one!
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The children spill out of the house like a wave crashing over the ocean, three all ecstatic and vibrant. Mom and dad follow shortly after, sitting themselves on the old wicker chairs on the porch. Dad whispers something with a smile, and mom’s contented smile grows into a wide grin as she giggles as whatever he’s said to her.
If he squints, he can just picture his parents sitting there.
Chapter 3 is out <3
It is a challenge, but Kai makes it without too much trouble. He hates to do it, but Kai takes a hard look at himself in the mirror. Said mirror is already cracked and Kai has never bothered to clean it, so with Kai’s added instability, and his clouded vision – it is awfully hard to make out any concrete details of his own face.
His initial feeling is disgust. Despite the blurriness – he looks terrible, more terrible than he usually does. He used to care a lot more, before… Well, before. But Kai is pretty sure his revulsion has more to do with the fact that he hates what he sees, and less to do with the alcohol still remaining in his bloodstream.
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Or; Kai has done just about everything he promised himself he would never do; Run away from his family, joined an illegals fight club, and worst of all, he avoids Nya's calls.
An introspective look into Kai's time hiding and working at the Slither Pit.
Hey guys read my Slither pit era Kai fic pleaseeee I have had some chapters in the back pocket and decided to post them so here is the first one!
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A few quick sketches of my Red Shogun design for my Slither Pit era fic, Hello, My Old Heart!
“ The thing is nowhere near as intricate as what he is used to… well, what he was used to. It is nothing more than a lightly armored red and black tank top, with some glorified sweatpants”
“His hand quivers as he rubs the paint onto his face, shaping out his typical Red Shogun mask.
When he first started this, his mask was very crude, nothing more than a child’s scribble on his face. Mercifully, he has gotten much better at it, now it is a sleek and intricate design on his skin. If he had just a little bit more self-respect, he might even say it looks nice.”
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