HERE HAVE THIS LIL FLUFF(?) I WROTE INSTEAD OF SLEEPING LIKE A MONTH AGO(more incoming SOMEDAY)anyone can read this 👍reader is as gender neutral as a sheet of paper (also this is very aroace coded bc the relationship is basically described as a DEEP friendship w hints at MAYBE sth more)most of these will prolly be in the movieverse bc movie!lloyd is a pookienot rlly edited bc i dunt wanna DWI ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ…
Follow the Lavender Ninja, Master of Soul and the chaotic little brother of the group on his ninja adventures full of fluff and even more angst :V- Y/N is a boy but anyone can read this- no Character x Reader, only found family :DD- good vibes onlyDisclaimer: Swearing and cursed humour up ahead, by proceeding you agree to being exposed to that both in the story itself as well as in the comment section Disclaimer 2: Updates are scheduled around my mental/emotional wellness, so they're either coming at you like a bullet train or rarely if at allDisclaimer 3: If you're here from my other story, no you're not 🔫Idk what else to say, maybe I'll make this bit better in the future xd…
Art belongs to @_marvelism on DeviantArt Have you heard about the legendary Green Ninja? The one that must defeat the Dark Lord to bring back peace and harmony? Yeah, that's the one and only Y/N. The courageous and athletic and handsome and charismatic Y/N. Except you are none of those things. You're damn sure it was your bad luck that put you on the spot. A scaredy cat was supposed to save the entire world? This must be some kind of a terrible joke! But it really isn't. Now, how the hell did you end up in this mess? And better yet, how were you supposed to get out of it alive!? ____ Or, a scaredy cat, clumsy and shy reader is destined to be the greatest hero and all they want to do is to go home Or, or, reader is absolutely miserable while being the Green Ninja 'coz we all know this 'job' sucksDisclaimer: I'm not a native english speaker so if you see any mistakes - no you didn't (I will try and fix them tho)…
After spending a few days in Jimmy's new secret base in Antarctica Tommy flies back to Brighton on his newly bought plane.Only problem is, he didn't expect crushing along the way.Now he has to wait for his plane to get fixed while he learns about this weird city he ended in called "Ninjago". No one seem to recognize him or even ever heard of him at all! Better yet, he's hosted by the mother of the most hated kid in the entire city whose dad is a real life villain!And things only seem to escalate the more days he spends there...+++You need to know two things before you start reading this.First: English is my second language so there will be spelling errors and bad grammar. Now to be fair, I make the same type of mistakes in my native language so whatever you'll see is the best I could muster up.Second: This is an impulse story, and by that I mean that I watched Lego Tommy and decided that I want to write something considering this concept, that also means I haven't really made any plot or, as I like to call it, lore for this yet. I have a few things in mind but y'all free to suggest ideas on what you'd like to see here.With that outta way, I hope you enjoy reading this... book.TW: W.S. is mentioned/has a minor appearance in this story (until I decide to rewrite these chapters)…
(TW: english is my second language, swears, blood) You were surprised when you saw a blank page. Nothing. Nothing but white. After a while of intensive thinking for what seemed like forever you sighed with frustration. You didn't open up this page just to see nothing! You wanted an adventure! Just when you were about to scroll down and look for something really interesting a key appeared in front of you. You didn't know what was weirder, the key itself or the fact that it wasn't part of the page but a part of reality. Do you want to touch it?…
(TW: wstawki w języku angielskim, nieocenzurowane przekleństwa, krew) Zdziwiliście się kiedy po otworzeniu tej książki zobaczyliście pustą stronę. Nic. Sama biel. Po chwili łamania sobie głowy czym miała służyć ta pusta strona, tak jak to bywało na lekcjach polskiego kiedy nauczyciel kazał wam analizować Mickiewicza czy jakiego innego huja, westchnęliście z lekką irytacją. Nie po to otwieraliście tą książkę aby teraz patrzeć w nicość! Kiedy już byliście gotowi opuścić pustą stronę nagle przed wami pojawił się klucz. Nie wiedzieliście co było dziwniejsze, latający klucz czy sam fakt że nie był częścią pustej kartki a rzeczywistości. Czy chcieliście go dotknąć?…