#i'm like

[aroninshonour]

Just thought of a scene for Amnesia!Jay and I'm so gonna plug it in right here :)

(Think of this as a scene for a random ah fanfic or as a minific or something)

His computer screen glows brightly in the dimly lit office. A man sat slouched, his face resting on his hand as he scrolled through the Ninjago News of the past. He has no clue how long or how far down he's gotten. Just that he knew he was searching for something.

Who was he? Before....all this?

He scrolled, looking like he hadn't been looking for anything at all. He'd been used to doing that by now, knowing the trouble he'd get in if he ever got caught searching for things outside the administration's approval.

His finger stopped scrolling.

Thats him. He sat up a bit, staring intensely at the screen infront of him.

He studied the picture he was looking at.

Him. Wearing what looked like a party hat. It had blue and orange stripes on it. There was another blue and orange striped hat, this one however, sat atop a metal...no, titanium...person? Robot? Droid? Their outfit was white and gray.

Then there was another hat type, this one green with red dots around it. Someone with brown, spiked hair and a red outfit wore it. So did another person with black, long-ish hair and a black and orange outfit. And another...a woman. Her black hair tied up in a pony tail, her outfit gray with bits of blue.

She smiled at him.

Jay stared at her picture, her smile, she was so...perfect.

But...who, are these people? Who was the little toddler who danced infront of them as they sung into a microphone?

He read the caption. The Ninja having saved ninjago once again, dance and sing to their victory!

Ninja...

The word rung in his head. Was that who he was? Who he used to be?

The word sounded so familiar. The picture replayed in his mind. The scene felt so familiar in on it's own. She felt so damn familiar, they felt so familiar but who are they?!

Why were they so close yet so far? Why couldn't he just remember? They felt so familiar yet so strange to him.

He scrolled a touch farther down the article. There was a video. Reluctantly, he clicked it.

He stared at it as it played, sounds of singing and toddler babbling played, music in the background.

Then it stopped, it was over. Jay sat in silence for a moment.

His face scrunched up, his eyes seeming to gloss over as he clicked it again, and again, and again.

He was so frustrated! Why couldn't he remember?! Why was his mind so...so, insistent on forgetting?!

He wanted so badly to remember who he was, Where he came from, who his friends and family were.

But....

He couldn't. He couldn't remember.

As his frustration lingered, his gut churned, he lay his head in his arms on the desk and cried. Quietly, but he cried. He was so tired. Exhausted. He just wanted to know who he was...who he used to be.

.......

Calm once again he sat back up and studied the faces in the picture intently. He knew them at one point, and now he was going to find them.

The administration isn't going to stop him anymore. Not if he makes it out at least. If he knew these people, maybe they're important. Maybe they know his family, maybe they were his friends. Maybe the toddler in the picture is grown up a bit now. It couldn't have been that long right? He still looked almost exactly the same as he did in the picture.

He packed up a few things in a small backpack, food, water, money that he got from the administration. (Hopefully it worked outside the administration...)

He left. Didn't even turn back. Snuck through the doors and left.

He was going to find these people. Or at least...he hoped too. If they weren't gone or too far lost.

He shook his head at the thought. No time for that he thought as he ran as far as he could from the place he'd lived for...well, as long as he could remember.

......

He made it (Undetected, as far as he was aware) to a place people called 'The Cross Roads'. Maybe he'd find them here.

He took a look around, unsure where to go. (He did think he seemed a bit out of place though...still wearing his formal attire) His look of confusion shifted a bit to suspicion as he noticed a boy pointing at him as he talked to the girl next to him. The boy wore an orange hoodie with blue jeans. The hoodie had a dragon imprinted on it. His hair was black and curly. The girl wore her hair in a ponytail, it was pink with cat-ear headphones on her head. Her left arm looked to be prosthetic. Her white outfit held pink and golds and dark blues. A cat key-chain as well.

It reminded him of the white gi he saw on the titanium droid in the picture. The two stared at him a bit wide eyed. It...kinda freaked him out a bit.

The boy began to run towards him. He froze unsure what to do.

"HEY!" The boy shouted as he ran up. Jay smiled awkwardly, as he stood perfectly still, as if it'd make him invisible.

As the boy made his way up, he slowed to a stop and bent over to catch his breath a bit. The girl now appeared behind the other.

"Uhm...Hi?..." Jay paused for a moment. "Do I...know, you?" He awkwardly smiled again.

The curly haired guy stood up again, (He was a lot taller than Jay expected) his hands curled into fists infront of his chest. His eyes seemed to *literally* shine like stars as he smiled breathlessly.

"Are you Jay Walker?!"

#Eheh I'm so gonna put this on ao3 as well #Maybe I should make another short chapter to it idk #Yes I'm gonna end it on dialog deal with it its already longer than I wanted it to be/originally anticipated it to be- #Eheh #I'm like #So evil 🤭 #ninjago #lego ninjago #Ninjago minific #Fanfiction #Short write up #ninjago jay #Ninjago dr #dragons rising

[saltpepperbeard]

y’all. what if

what if we get a dream sequence where ed is longing for what could have happened, what should have happened. like, we see the same few beats of him on the dock, calling out for stede and looking increasingly concerned. but then the brush behind him rustles, and stede actually stumbles out into view.

and ed’s face breaks out into the most relieved, beautiful smile, and there’s this very dreamy sequence of them breathing each other’s names and running to each other. they of course hug each other tightly, maybe even kiss, before ed murmurs something like, “was worried for a second. thought i’d lost you.”

only for stede to go “oh, no. you’ll never ever lose me.”

...and then ed wakes up in the gutted darkness of the captain’s quarters. alone.

#OFMD #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Revenge Rambles #A want to see further takes and ideas surrounding the beach scene eVOLVED INTO SOMETHING FAR MORE CURSED HSDJKLS #APPARENTLY #I just sjdshdljksds #I ALSO started thinking this because I couldn't help but think of a previous fandom of mine #Sooooo in Mockingjay Part 1 right PFFFF #It was an entire movie with almost NO interaction between Katniss and Peeta #And no POSITIVE interaction between them at all #So to make up for that #They included a dream sequence where Peeta comes to comfort Katniss #The same sort of affection she's used to and yearning SO badly for #SO LIKE #With that sort of thing in mind #And with things likely to be rather messy for Ed and Stede for a bit #I'm like #I WONDER IF THEY'LL INCLUDE SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO GIVE US A RESPITE SJDKLSDS #TO SATIATE AND ALLOW US TO //SEE// THEM HAPPY EVEN IF THINGS AREN'T #idk man IDK MAN maybe this is allllll my desire to just see them healed and together again too #i just Froth and want them to smile and giggle and embrace and kiss okay #AND I FEAR THE NIGH INEVITABLE PAIN THAT'S WAITING FOR US HSDJKLS

[foolishnpd]

Me: I want thousands of eyes on my work, I'm dying if I can't have that, I want compliments on my posts

*gets it*

uhmmmmm actually i need personal love and attention from people I specifically deem as worthy to compliment me

*gets it*

hey actually i thinkh i'll jsut kill myself nothing is good enoguh

#lilyroaring #actually npd #actually narcissistic #narcissistic personality disorder #cluster b things #cluster b vent #npd safe #mental illness #i have Issues #yay #girl i cannot get a fucking BREAK #i'm like #clawing andf grasping and screaming on the floor for attention #and then i get it and i'm like #'yeah actually this isn't exactly the perfect version of it that i want' #and i don't KNOW WHAT THAT PERFECT FORM OF IT IS!!!!!!! #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #why can't i just be like the other people i see in the npd tags that are like. 'yay minor compliments' #like no. NO. it's appreciated but it's WORTHLESS and i have no clue what is worth something either #at best i get like 3 seconds of dopamine and that's all i can wish for

[dat-is-i]

everyone's talking about witch yuri but have we considered... abominations yaoi

#dead by daylight #dbd #the unknown #the dredge #unknown dbd #dredge dbd #i'm like #if i weren't sick and also had more exams left #i would make something #i might still even #dredge and ??? are boyfriends ok

[nobody-nexus]

I'll give ya a challenge, how about ragapom, but it's my Cursed Monsters AU?🐍👀

I had this idea in my head and I just had to

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #the digital circus #digital circus #tadc #pomni #ragatha #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #pomni x ragatha #ragatha x pomni #ragapom #jesterdoll #buttonblossom #digital yuri #cursed monsters au #I think #I'm not sure I did the right au #I'm like #99% sure tho

[garykingz]

Sometimes I think Max looks hot af and then sometimes I think he looks like a randomised sim

#rambles #f1 #max verstappen #Every time Kelly takes a selfie w him #I'm like #he might as well t pose

[imminent-danger-came]

I think people don't appreciate how much heavy lifting ROTSQ did for both DBK and Red Son's arcs

#like we see here that their main motivations are each other #Like #DBK indulged Red Son's wish to start a food truck #It was also SWK insulting DBK's family that enabled him to you know. Break out of their bindings #Red Son finally got a win #The father son relationship was improved #And like. The moment you help Red Son save his family he is in your court #Literally why he's saving MK and Mei and Sandy in 3x06 (1x10 + ROTSQ did him in) #it's about the like #''not that any of you would care'' to ''you and the noodle boy will stop at nothing to free them'' pipeline #Also why Red Son followed Mei in s3 #idk this is me disagreeing with ''They abandoned the DBF's arcs'' takes #I'm like #no they didn't asdfasfdadsf #We have plenty #And they're side characters #I could talk a lot about the DBF but my tag rants are long enough #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk rant #lmk DBF #lmk DBK #lmk Red Son

[strpw]

Finished piece!!

I really like the way it turned out!! Tho it's a little too dark now as I look at it from my phone lmao 💀

#I'm like #they're like #ugh #they literally make my heart beat #scarian #desert duo #grian #goodtimeswithscar #desertduo #hermitcraft #i love them so much

[lovalynne]

Maybe I'll never love anything as much as I loved haikyuu. No other media gets me like haikyuu does. Heck, I can't even start anything new. Because everytime I sit to watch any other anime, I just start wanting to rewatch or reread haikyuu.

#I'm like #damn give me a break boy #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #hq

[lepusrufus]

What if Caitvi but it's sorta kinda a very loose Howl's moving castle AU

#I'm like #very sure this has been done before at some point #but oh well #enjoy the messy work doodles #piltover’s finest #caitvi #arcane #my art

[errruvande]

LOTR is so confusing... Like if you ask me who's my favorite male character? I'd go numb

#I'm like #he's my husband and he's too and he's also my husband #lotr #the lord of the rings

[caramelizedpopcirn]

He makes this shirt look so good 😫

#tiktok #neil newbon #I'm like #i need a cigarette

[jamespottersmixtape]

apologies that I haven't been rosekiller-ing as much as I usually rosekiller. I took the plunge of watching a show for the first time in a while and cried for about two days straight

#i'm like #mentally damaged #do not feel the same #after that #basically sat on the couch for two days #then complained to my mom #and cried a lot #but! #nowww it's christmas fic time #send a lot of help my way

[marikodraws]

OH MY GEGE! / OH MY GHOST KING!

#tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #tgcf fanart #every time someone has hc say oh my god in a fic or w/e #i'm like #your god? u mean your gege? who is standing right next to you? #lmao #also i am making these as charms! #and mirroring them was a PAIN because of hc's eyepatch and xl's robes having to be the right way #BUT it is done #so look forward to those

[pickleking8]

9 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter 9

Words: 1188

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Tw: kidnapping, general creepiness, trauma discussion, injury discussion, death discussion

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The shifting sea of their glances oozed over him, covering him in a substance that he could only wish to be rid of, slimy, sticky, and squirming, finding its way into every orifice, every pore, and burrowing deep inside him, making his skin feel all wrong, like it was too tight and too loose and he was too hot and too cold and his organs rolled in his body and his eyes in his sockets and his nerves curled and twisted and writhed, and it was wrong, so wrong, and then Danny was running, his headache worsening and building into a single point of awful focus all while tears gathered in his eyes. He pivoted fast, pounding feet in rhythm with the pounding of his heart, and he heard the shouts behind him, garbled and unintelligible, and in his mind’s eye he saw the grasping hands, reaching from an impenetrable maw and snatching for his ankles and tearing at his clothing and now, blue-gloved and covered in oozing green, dripping slowly with the consistency of honey. Danny slammed into a wall and quickly recovered, pushing off of it, borrowing momentum, and stuttering to a stop as he came face-to-face with a tall man with dark hair, who grabbed his wrists and smiled. 

Others would describe the smile as easy-going. Friendly, calm, inviting. Danny saw the way it stretched too wide, the way it betrayed a sense of triumph upon his capture that was too leering, too predatory; he saw how the man felt fulfilled with the chase in the way his teeth were too sharp and too hungry. Danny saw all of these things, but he was really looking at the eyes. The eyes that scanned and assessed and were all too alert, and the eyes that didn’t crinkle with that mask of a smile, that only showed a coldness and calculation. And Danny was terrified.

The man didn’t let go when Danny threw his weight against his grasp. He didn’t even falter. They stared at each other for a fraction of a second, Danny’s breaths panting and frantic, the man’s slow and calm. And then the smile widened further, until the man’s face split and Danny was left waiting for more cracks in his porcelain-perfect face to appear. Before they could, though, the man dropped his wrists, and before Danny could react, enveloped him in a crushing hug that made Danny’s skin crawl. Danny flinched as the man laughed, a sound that was distorted and much too loud.

He shoved the man off him, hard, and the man let him (and he was sure that the man was letting him). He fell back against the wall, tears finally spilling down his cheeks, stinging as they fell over cuts and scrapes, and settling in the folds of his shirt. The man finally stepped away, finally stopped being so close that he could feel his breath, hot like fire, on his neck. Danny watched, afraid, breathing erratic and hands shaking, and more and more people filled the hallway, coming from all sides, surrounding him, and his already-meager escape routes dwindled until he was stuck, alone, with that sea of predatory eyes boring into him. 

“Jason? Are you okay?”, the man finally spoke, not in static and whispers, not garbled and distorted, as Danny had expected, but normal. Understandable. Not in the voice of the monster that Danny knew lurked. In his opinion, the normalcy of his voice might have been worse. This meant the monster was good at hiding. Danny stared at him. And then, not knowing what else to do, he spoke.

“Who are you? Who’s Jason?”, he said, and it was fast and panicked and the words sounded as though he had to force them out of a throat clogged with years of decay. The people donned various looks of surprise, eyebrows rose near-imperceptibly, breath was sucked in all too fast, the man who hugged him even jolted, and they all had the audacity to act wounded. 

“You… don’t remember us? We’re your family, come on, Jason,” the man spoke, daring again in an insurmountable arrogance to sound hurt, to sound upset. Danny felt his chest tighten, the panic somehow rising, as did his anger. Fueled by his pain and the man’s words, he managed to spit out in a sputtering flame of fury, 

“What the fuck? No, I’m not. No, you’re not. My name’s not fucking Jason, I’m Danny,” his voice softened, and it took on a pleading tone, one that was laced with desperation, “I don’t know who you are. You’re not my family, I know you’re not my family, just, please. Let me go. I won’t tell, I promise I won’t tell, please just let me go,” 

“Your act will not fool us, Todd,” the smallest one spoke up, with a tone of superiority and confidence, “We have examined your injuries, they are the same as Todd’s when he ‘died’, and you bear his exact resemblance. You cannot possibly think that your subpar acting skills will convince us otherwise,”

Danny felt his heart sink as his skin crawled all the more, and his expression betrayed every emotion. The tears picked up again with renewed intensity, running in ruts down his face and creating shining trails paved with despair, as he looked up and met the hundreds of shifting eyes.

“Please. I promise, okay, I promise, I’m not Jason, I don’t know who that is, please. I want to leave, I want to go home, I just- ... please, let me go home,” he whispered, his voice scratching and filled with choked-down sobs. 

A girl in the back suddenly stepped forward, melting easily from the darkness. She was younger than the first man, it seemed, with eyes that were much too black and sucked in the light around her, leaving her a shadow that was too silent, too empty, too seamless. This monster was good at hiding. Danny eyed her warily.

“He is not lying,” she said, and Danny’s heart swelled, “He truly does not remember,” she finished, and Danny felt his chin hit his chest. The people looked close to doing the same, until a short one with spiky hair snapped up suddenly, too suddenly, with a determination in his eyes that made Danny recoil. 

“It’s okay! This is probably a trauma response or something! I mean, his maybe-death was probably pretty traumatic, so he’s probably blocking that or something. He’ll remember. We just have to give him time, and being around us and all his old stuff will probably help,” the boy almost yelled in triumph. 

The others nodded enthusiastically, and as they accepted the idea, each one gained a manic tint to their eyes and their smiles widened to curl behind their ears and they all seemed to flicker green. They turned, slowly, their feet making no sound despite the heavy shoes many of them wore, and once again all of their shifting eyes, their warped smiles, their too-sharp teeth, and their twisted faces, all focused on Danny, and their jumbled speech flowed once more, horrible words that burrowed: 

“It’ll be okay, Jason,”

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Hey! Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, I wasn't sure if I was entirely happy with how it turned out; I don't think I got the pacing quite right? And I was trying real hard to lean into the unsettling vibe and I think I leaned too hard. Ah well though, it's late, no time to think through decisions about posting. Or editing. It'll be fine, right? Anyway, thank you for reading! Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

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Taglist: @tkiesai

#dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #jazz fenton #danny phantom #jason todd #batfam #adoption isn't all it's cracked up to be #I'm like #proud of how much I wrote #but there's *something* off #perhaps the pacing #but im too tired to fix it #I should probably wait and post it tomorrow so I can fix it #but nahhhh #it'll be fine #thanks for reading anyway!

[cuteskitty]

trying dating apps for the first time ever in my life while being ace feels like applying for a job while walking through a mine field.

#mine #I'm like #oh golly I hope this person read that I'm ace and knows what being ace is #or like I hope being ace (or just not being into sex) isn't a dealbreaker hahaha