Zane Gets Called A Mom Friend Because Y'all Love To Woobify Him A Lot But Honestly I Think If You Put

Who wants to overthink legos with me? No? Too bad, here goes

Okay so do you ever think about how the circle is (accidentally) a recurring motif in Ninjago? A running list of examples:

Ouroboros, the snake eating its own tail, which is commonly represented in a circular shape and represents infinity with endless return. Thats how they defeat the Great Devourer, actually, by getting it to bite its own tail

The original shape of Ninjago before the FSM pangea'd it

Spinjitzu is essentially the process of weaponizing circular motion. Airjitzu is similar, and even creates a sphere of air/light around the user

In the earlier seasons, Lloyd's main attack involved creating balls of energy

The light from portals - time vortex, Traveler's Tea, the Blind Man's Eye, the Realm Crystal - tend to resemble vortexes

Dragons often have to spin in order to traverse realms

All the circle imagery in the Temple of Light

Jay and Nya's yin-yang badges

Yang's whole "close the circle" shtick

The dust circle that swirled around the ninja at the end of Skybound when Jay said his final wish and all of time was undone

Zane's old house is circular/cylindrical, and the camera spiral-zoomed on him when his memories returned

The architecture on Chen's island

The Celestial Clock

Flower petals circling around Lloyd when he met the FSM

In that flashback when Mystake was telling the story of the Oni and the Dragon, with the FSM creating a circular yin-yang symbol to represent the combining of both light and dark

This is a bit of a stretch, but Zane's notably circular power core

Kryptarium is a panopticon style, which is circular in design. On that note, the s8 Lloyd v Garmadon fight happening at Kryptarium. Lloyd was familiar with the usual procedure of saving Garm, only for that typical cycle of saving and losing his father as Garmadon throws him through the wall and out of the prison

Lots of fights actually have the camera pan in circles around the fighters

That little hand paint collage they all made at the end of season 10

The spiraling bioluminescence surrounding the FSM's corpse

Actually, lets take it a step further. Cycles of violence. Sins of the father. History repeating itself. Harumi and Loyd's backstories causing, opposing, and reflecting one another, with her ending where Lloyd began and vice versa. The inheritance of elemental power, something endlessly recursive. Generational trauma.

Not to mention theres a heavy emphasis on either breaking cycles or perpetuating them. Lloyd saying "I wont let it do to me what it did to you." Harumi saying "i want you to feel the emptiness i feel." Morro saying "I make my own destiny." The Overlord possessing the Great Devourer so it would bite Garmadon. Lloyd wanting to be like his father but then being a hero instead. Nya quoting her mother in her final moments. Again i repeat. Generational trauma.

Theres just. This overwhelming sense of recursion and cycles throughout the entire series, and im mad bc im like 90% sure the writers didnt do that intentionally. Im not smart enough to put it into words but if i think about this for too long im gonna start biting things

Same character btw

The Ice Emperor had literally never done anything wrong. He’s just a silly little goofy guy. Ignore the violence and the genocide, he’s just a silly guy, just a guy.

I miss the soft British inflections in Zane's older voice :')

@nyasyang you might've meant the "I sense" compilation as a joke, but I will take any excuse to make a list, so Ta Da!

Here's a compilation of every time Zane says "I sense"

A few notes:

I didn't include any shorts in my checks

In Possession ep 7: The Crooked Path, he says "My senses pick up" which I didn't add to the compilation because it's a bit too different

In Skybound ep 8: The Last Resort, Echo Zane says "I sense", but I didn't include it because he is a different character

I did not (could not) check DR s2p2, so don't worry

I'm never going to be ok about arin's porch swing

It's sweet that in this passage the narrator is Cole. He sounds so fond.

I love that, according to tommy andreasen, jay regularly harasses the mailman

Ninjago One-Shot: The Stranger and His Pendant

Prompt from @hereliestheempireofdeath :  zane and the original master of ice

(Okay so I LOVE this prompt!!! This is one of the biggest mysteries of the show, so I’m glad you gave me the chance to explore it! This is all theory, so this is how I think this transition went down! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT!!!!)

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Parts of the Birchwood Forest used to be green. Can you believe that? Snow-white birch trees and the greenest grass you could ever imagine. Snow covered the Birchwood Forest in the north, but in the south it was paradise. It was the southern part of the Birchwood Forest where Doctor Julien built his house. 

For decades he lived in his paradise with the son he built. He rarely left his house, and never got visitors. 

Until the old man with the white hair. 

Dr. Julien has no idea how the stranger found their home. However, his son, Zane, was curious enough to ask his father to let the man stay. Julien bended to his son’s will, and the tired old man spent a night in the tree home. 

During their dinner, the old man grew very curious of Zane after discovering he was not of the flesh and rather of the machine. He questioned Zane in many unusual ways, asking him what he thought of himself and what his purpose was. When the man heard Zane tell him that he was built to protect those who could not protect themselves, he nodded to himself, as if satisfied with that response. 

In the middle of the night, Zane awoke with the sound of the door above them opening and closing. The robot checked to see if his Father ha awoken, and he had not. Finally, he looked to where the stranger had his cot set up, but it was empty. The only thing that remained was the white and blue pendant that he had worn around his neck. 

Connecting the dots in his head, Zane unplugged the large and heavy cord that connected to the generator to his chest, launched to his feet, grabbed the necklace from the cot and dashed up the stairs after him. 

The night was chillier than usual, and Zane immediately stepped into the heavy dew on the grass. In the harsh moonlight from above, Zane saw the old man limping into the shadows in the distance.

“Sir!” Zane called out as he dashed after the man. His white pants got more and more damp with each step, but the pendant in his hand was far more important than his clothes. 

The old man did not seem to hear Zane when he called out first. It didn’t take long for Zane to catch up to the stranger, and the closer he got, the more he realized how weakened the man was. He was clutching trees as he moved forward with dear life, as if he was about to fall over. 

“Sir!” Zane called again, and this time the stranger heard him. He turned to the android before collapsing onto the ground. 

“No!” Zane yelled. He rushed forward and caught the elder just before he hit the ground. 

His breaths were heavy and his pale blue eyes were starting to lose its vibrant hue. “Z…Zane?” The man panted. 

“You are not safe out here!” Zane warned the man. “You are very ill and need medical attention-“ 

Zane was interrupted with hoarse laughter from the man he cradled. “No, my boy, my time has come.” 

His words didn’t process well in Zane’s head.  “Time…for what?” 

Their eyes connected, and the world seemed to slow to a crawl. “It is time for me to go on.” 

That made more sense. “Well, sir, if you are leaving, you forgot your pendant.” Zane lifted the necklace so the man could see. 

“Aaah,” the man groaned warmly. “That pendant is no longer mine. It belongs to someone else now.” 

Zane raised his eyebrows. “Who? I can bring it to them.”

The hoarse laughter started again, this time ending in coughing. “The pendant belongs to you, Zane. One day you will understand.” 

Zane furrowed his eyebrows. “But…where will you go?” 

With a deep sigh, the old man looked into the sky. “I do not know, young android. But I will find out soon.” 

Zane followed his gaze to the stars. The thousands of dots in the sky have always made Zane feel minuscule, and now even more so than ever. 

“I will miss you sir,” Zane looked down to the elder. The old man smiled, his many wrinkles crumping up with age. “And I with you. But first-“ 

The man took the metallic part of the pendant into his boney wrinkled hands. He shut his eyes, and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, the pendant began to glow a vivid ice blue hue, illuminating both the old man and Zane’s faces. The man opened his eyes, and Zane gasped a little when he saw that they were no longer blue, but light brown. 

“Take this, and promise- to always use your heart and to never forget who you are.” 

Zane’s eyes fixed on the glowing piece of metal. “I- I promise.” 

“Good.” The man relaxed, and Zane could feel his breaths turn into shudders. “I can finally rest….” 

The final breath was like a gust of cool wind as it left his mouth. Zane slowly slipped the pendant out of the stranger’s hands and into his. 

On cue, Zane flinched back when the body in him broke apart into a cold white substance. With a yelp, Zane scampered backwards before freezing, his eyes wide with shock.

The man had turned into snow. 

Still panting with shock, Zane began to make out huge flakes of snow as they fell from a cloudless sky. The temperature dropped within seconds, and it wasn’t even a minute before the gorgeous green grass was covered in a thin layer of fresh snow. 

“Impossible,” Zane breathed as before his eyes the world transformed from a gorgeous green forest to a winter wonderland. The snow that was once the old man vanished within the newly fallen snow.

It took about thirty minutes for Zane to return back to the tree home because he was walking slowly through the forest, taking in the majesty of the transformation. The grass was long gone now as the snow depth moved from inches to feet.

When Zane finally returned to the tree home, he found his Father still asleep, but shuddering in the new freezing temperatures. Zane woke his father and quickly told him the events that just transpired, including the glowing pendant Zane held in his hands. Doctor Julien, as curious as ever, ushered Zane to chop a tree down to make some firewood and to bring it to him quickly as Julien experimented on the blue metal.

Within a few minutes, a small fire kept the small working space of the tree home toasty warm as Doctor Julien toyed with the metal. Zane, with his power cord plugged back into his chest, watched from a far as the Tinkerer tinkered with the piece.

“It’s incredibly powerful, that’s for sure,” the middle-aged man muttered to himself. “My own devices can’t even register how powerful it is.”

Zane leaned forward, craning his neck. “What can it do?”

The doctor shook his head. “I…I do not know. It’s some sort of…power source.”

Suddenly, the tinkerer turned to Zane. “Zane, the old man – he said it was for you?” Zane nodded.

Father looked from the pendant to the robot, then back to the pendant. “Maybe…” he slipped the fabric free from the metal, leaving behind a metal circle. He approached Zane, his face glowing from the blue metal in his hands, and unplugged the robot, revealing the ‘outlet’ for where Zane plugs the cord into his chest. Julien moved to put the metal in, but froze when he realized that the  metal circle had to be in two pieces with a hole in the middle in order to fit the design of the outlet.  

“It won’t fit,” Zane’s father sighed. He extended the piece to Zane to examine. Taking it delicately, he looked it over before looking his chest over. Then, with a deep breath, he copied what the old man had done earlier and shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

The metal piece began to glow. Doctor Julien’s eyes widened as the piece grew blinding to look at. After a few seconds of a pure white light, the glow died down and two pieces fell back into Zane’s hands, the exact size for his outlet.

Zane opened his eyes and smiled at the metal. “Will that work, Father?”

Not comprehending what just occurred, Julien nodded slowly before slipping the metal into place. Pressing a button, the small teeth that kept the wire in place before now folded onto the metal, keeping it in place.

Zane gasped, as if he had been choking on air. “Zane! Are you okay?” Julien grabbed at the robot’s arms and stared into his son’s eyes. The gray metal acting as his pupils shimmered before turning a vibrant blue. Zane continued to take a few deep breaths before calming down and relaxing. Julien sat down next to his son. “Zane! What happened?”

The robot looked forward with his glimmering blue eyes, like the world was new to him again. “I…I don’t know. I feel different, but I can’t explain it.”

“You don’t have to, Zane.” Julien responded. They both flinched as the last piece of firewood collapsed into the flames with a thud, sending out sparks.

Julien closed Zane’s chest and hugged his son’s shoulder for a moment, admiring the weak sunlight as it shone through the open door above them. “One thing is for sure,” the middle aged man continued.

Zane looked over, curious. “And what would that be?”

Julien chuckled. “If this winter lasts for a while, we are going to need a lot of firewood.”

let me just start out by saying i love ever single one of your stories!!! i’m pretty new to the show and your works just add so much more feeling to everything and it’s sooo good!!! i don’t know if you ever do requests or not, so don’t bother with this if you’re busy!! but if you ever get a chance could you write smthg abt Jay and Kai? their friendship is so underrated but so good and i live for the moments in the show when Kai’s big brother instinct(tm) kicks in for him as well as Nya and Lloyd

aH thank you so much!! i’m so glad to hear that :D and this isn’t...exactly what you asked for, but Kai and Jay have this fun of dynamic that reminds me a lot of me and my brother, and i’ve been tossing around little bits of interaction between them for a while now, so i tried to make something coherent out of those :’D

Jay likes to think he’s pretty good at the whole compartmentalizing thing, for the most part. Mainly because he actually knows what it means, and it is not, for instance, locking your team up in a literal compartment while rushing off to fight the other compartment that is your resurrected homicidal father into submission.

“That was one time,” Lloyd will grumble, as if he’s only almost-died once. And then Jay will flinch, because that’s where his compartments come into play.

(Nadakhan gets one, Unagami gets another, the whole fun-times adoption reveal another, and everything else can get stuffed into the metaphorical attic since they won’t pay rent.)

Unfortunately, the attic is where the bad stuff lives.

Metaphorically.

If Jay had a nickel for every time he almost lost all of his friends, he’d have two nickels, plus another nickel for Cole falling into the fog, and another for Lloyd getting crushed by a roof, and another for Zane blowing up, and another for Nya in that awful dress with paling skin as her breathing stutters and the light in her eyes draining and —

And Jay is way, way too familiar with how it looks when his family dies, and all the nickels in the world won’t help that.

So while Jay likes to think he’s pretty good at compartmentalizing, he also thinks he’s got a valid excuse for the way he reacts when Lloyd goes down in the fight that afternoon. Sure, some vague part of his mind remembers that they’ve got a plan they’re running, and Lloyd should easily be able to handle a tiny little stumble — but Jay’s mind is stuck in glaring oranges and health bars, the unsteady gasping noise Lloyd had made before he went down, dissolving into digitized cubes just like everyone else, and Jay—

Jay can’t handle that, compartments or not, so he clears the space between them in a heartbeat just in time to take the bullet that comes hurtling Lloyd’s way.

It’d probably be a very noble and touching scene, if one) Jay didn’t make a hideous squeaking noise when it hit because bullets hurt, and two) the bullet would have missed Lloyd by a good two feet anyways.

Ah well, he thinks, as everything devolves into panicked yelling. It’s the thought that counts.

Except thoughts do not count when Kai is involved, apparently. Or any of the rest of the team, for that matter.

“What is wrong with you?” Kai hisses right in his face, eyes wild and sparking. “I was covering Lloyd, what were you doing?”

“Filling in for you, obviously,” Jay retorts. He has an excellent followup to that, real snappy and all, except that’s the moment Kai’s hand clamps down on the bullet wound in his arm to stop the bleeding, and Jay ends up stifling a shriek instead.

Great, he thinks, fighting back stinging tears of pain as he tries not to take Kai’s apparent wrath too personally. At least Cole looks worried, along the the rest of the team, who are dutifully concerned for his wellbeing like proper teammates should be.

“He’s going to need the hospital,” Zane informs them, his voice a lot steadier and calmer than his words make Jay feel. Zane’s eyebrows furrow as he studies his arm. “Stitches, probably.”

Jay swallows, trying not to curse. There’s a sharp scream as Nya finishes taking out another attacker just beyond them, and Jay figures that’s good enough.

“Okay,” Lloyd says, squeezing Jay’s wrist briefly. Either in comfort about the stitches or thanks for trying to cover him, Jay’s not sure. It’s a nice gesture, nonetheless. “Kai, Cole, can you get him there while we finish up? Sooner the better.”

Cole gives a sharp nod, and offers to take Jay from where Kai’s got him in a death grip. Kai shakes his head, and Jay’s stomach sinks. Sure enough, as soon as they’re clear of the scene, Kai starts going off.

“What did you mean, ‘filling in for me’,” he grinds through his teeth, clearly not about to let this go.

Jay bristles in response at his tone. “I meant,” he bites out, through a hot flare of pain in his arm. Kai’s always merciless with the bandages, even when he’s not in a mood. “That you weren’t there. So I covered.”

He should leave it at that, but Jay’s in a foul enough mood to finish with a condescending, “You’re welcome.”

Kai’s expression grows thunderous. “You didn’t need to. I was right there, you shouldn’t have — you weren’t needed, you should’ve held back.”

Jay feels his chest go tight. His head is clouding with anger, and the pain in his arm isn’t helping, but — ‘you weren’t needed’? Kai really didn’t skimp on the jerk juice this morning, did he.

“Oh, like you could’ve done so much better,” Jay glares. “Lloyd would’ve been toast by the time you got to him.”

“I could’ve made it!”

“Yeah right—”

“I would have, and I wouldn’t have gotten hit!” Kai snarls back. Something in Jay snaps. Or maybe it’s just the steadily increasing blood loss, but of all the nerve—

“Well you didn’t, ‘cause you weren’t there!” he snaps back. “You were too slow, which is real funny since your brain is too!”

It’s not his best comeback, he’ll admit, but Kai looks as if he’s about to light him on fire, if he weren’t stuck carrying Jay like the cover of some awful romance novel, blood getting all over his uniform as they both scream at each other. Maybe Jay will get lucky, and Kai will combust, and they’ll both go up in flames before they can remember that Cole is right there watching them.

“Cut it out, now!”

Oops, too late. For all the incensed authority in Cole’s voice, there’s still a traitorous falter that lets them both know they’ve screwed up. They fall silent, the atmosphere heavy with the lingering tension and new sense of guilt.

And the disgusting sound of Jay’s blood leaking through the makeshift bandage and hitting the ground, truly revolting, he hates blood.

“Just…no more. Please, shut up until we’re at the hospital.” Cole marches forward, snatches Jay from Kai’s arms, and proceeds to beat the fastest route to the hospital at a militant pace.

Jay still looks like some helpless romance cover heroine, dangling from Cole’s arms like he is. It occurs to him that he doesn’t even need to be carried — it’s his arm that’s hurt, he can still walk—

But any protests die rapidly at the look on Cole’s face. And at least this way, Jay thinks sullenly, he can fixedly ignore Kai.

Then again, Kai’s got a killer glare, and Jay’s always been garbage at ignoring people when his feelings are hurt.

* * * * * * * *

Despite the fuss everyone makes, Jay’s arm really isn’t that bad. They hook him up with some pretty sweet meds so he remembers zero of the actual arm-fixing, and he wakes up just in time to complain about being held in the hospital for ‘observation’ or whatever.

“It’s to make sure there’s no infection, or that you don’t rip your stitches out,” Nya tells him pointedly. Jay cringes under the look she gives him at that last part. Geez. You get kicked in the stitches one time after sneaking out early and suddenly no one’s got any faith in you. Typical.

“Why couldn’t we have just gone to medbay,” Jay grumbles. “Pixal gives way better stitches than this, anyways.”

“Gun wounds get hospitals,” Nya reminds him. “And it’s not fair to put that kind of pressure on Pix when we can avoid it.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

Nya glares at him. “It most certainly was that bad.”

“Oh, so when you get your arm crushed by a car, it’s fine,” Jay glares back. “But when I get a tiny little bullet nick, it’s that bad.”

Nya rolls her eyes, ignoring him. “Just think of it this way,” she says. “Now you have a little more time before Lloyd starts weeping apologies all over you.”

“Aw, no,” Jay groans, leaning back in the hospital bed. “Tell me he’s not blaming himself, Nya.”

“I think we had a promise about not lying to each other, or something,” Nya says, sympathetically. She winces. “Pretty sure he made the connection, too.”

Jay frowns. “What connection?”

Nya shifts, her eyes darting from side to side. “The, uh, the whole…Prime Empire, thing.”

Jay stares at her for a beat, trying to reconcile his blatant shock with the roiling nausea at the mention in his stomach. Nya looking at him all kind and sympathetically isn’t helping, either, because she might have made it down to the final two, but she was never all alone, and the reminder that she’d have been fine if Jay hadn’t gotten her killed twice is—

Bad. Real bad, not good, zero out of ten stars. Maybe he can take a bullet for Nya, next, and that’ll — that’ll help things, maybe. Equivalent exchange? Restitution? Some kind of fancy word that means Jay swears he’s gonna make it up.

In the meantime, he smothers the rising sickness in his throat and sinks lower into the bed, sulking. “It’s too easy to recognize trauma in this team.”

“I hear you,” Nya sighs, wearily. She nudges his shoulder, rising from her seat near the bed. “Speaking of. Someone’s got something they want to say to you.”

It takes Jay a second, but his eyes widen as Nya heads for the door. “Wait, wait wait wait, don’t you dare—”

“Love you,” Nya says cheekily, before taking her merry leave of the room. There’s a brief scuffle from outside, and the sound of Kai yelping, before Nya shoves him through the door, slamming it shut behind him with a damning click.

For a second, Jay’s tempted to hit the ‘call nurse’ button as hard as he can, in some desperate attempt to escape. Then he gets a good look at Kai, who’s turned a pale, queasy color that frankly looks awful on him, which is saying a lot ‘cause there isn’t much that doesn’t look good on Kai, but the expression he has on now—

Aw, man, now Jay’s feeling guilty and it isn’t even his fault. Stupid moral conscience center, he curses himself.

“So, uh…” he begins, because far be it from him to let this kind of awkward silence stretch on any longer. “Nice, ah, weather we’re having?”

Kai doesn’t respond, staring fixedly at the floor, and Jay sizes up the ‘call nurse’ button again. Just for the both of their sakes, of course.

But then Kai takes a deep breath, blows it out, and rocks back on his heels, fiddling with his hands. “I, um. I’m sorry.”

Jay’s jaw drops open. Which is probably an overdramatic move, all things considered, but unless he’s suddenly lost the ability to understand words, Kai just apologized to him.

Kai apologized. To him.

It’s not that Kai apologizing is some great big deal — Kai might have his pride, but he’s also an intuitive and good-hearted person who knows when he’s messed up. But to him?

Jay knows how he and Kai work. Kai knows how he and Jay work, and he’s breaking the rules. Because Kai and Jay don’t apologize to each other. Unless it’s some awkward expression of sympathy, they’ve never needed to. They fight dirty, aim for each other’s kneecaps, swear eternal vengeance and hatred at each other before storming off, then an hour later Jay’s bounding into Kai’s room to show him dumb meme videos and neither of them even remember what they were fighting about.

Acknowledging said fight with something as gushy as apologizing is not only useless since they both forget what they’re apologizing for anyways, but also useless because it’ll take too much time, and counterproductive on top, because it’ll most likely end in another fight about who apologized better. So for Kai to walk in and say sorry—

“Oh no, who did you kill?” Jay says, paling.

Kai spears him with a look, but it’s so pathetically watered-down and miserable that Jay forgets to glare back.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jay mutters. “I just—”

“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry,” Kai interrupts. He hesitates, then sighs. “But that’s fair. I — I was unfair. To you, back there. Like, really unfair, in a bad way, ‘cause you were shot and I know you meant well, but you—”

Kai gestures wildly with his hands, his stream of words cutting off. Jay is left to stare open-mouthed at him again. Babbling like this is Jay’s thing. Kai is breaking all the rules today, huh.

“I just…” Kai trails off, ducking his head. “I don’t like watching you guys get hurt. I don’t — I don’t like watching you get hurt. And I get scared, but it comes out angry, and then I make a mess of things so I’m — sorry. Really sorry, for biting your head off.”

He exhales, a little shaky, fingers balled up in tight fists as his head hangs low, refusing to meet Jay’s eyes. Something softens in Jay’s chest, like gooey melting butter or something else equally pathetic. But it’s rare that Kai vocalizes this stuff, despite the fact that Jay knows he cares, and it’s nice to hear it, so he figures he’s entitled to all the butter he wants.

Jay’s own gaze falters, and the something starts to twist. He bites his lip, tugging half-heartedly at the bandages around his arm.

“Well,” he pauses, thinking of the way his brain had shifted to autopilot when he’d watched Lloyd falter, the razor-sharp shard of terror that always splinters through him when any of their teammates come too close to the awful images of death left in his head. He swallows. “I guess I don’t really have any room to talk,” he murmurs. “Be pretty dumb if I blamed you for that.”

He’s preparing to sink back into his own well of self-pity and loathing, resigned to spending the next few hours until they check him out of the hospital replaying bad memories in his head, when Kai’s next to him all of the sudden, shoving him over on the hospital bed.

“Hey, hey, what’s the big idea—”

“Move, c’mon. You don’t need that much room, you’re a stick,” Kai grumbles, before grinning brightly in success as Jay makes him space. The contrast in expression is enough to startle Jay into silence, and Kai takes advantage. “I know that look. But you already got shot, so you gotta cheer up now.”

“So you’re forcing me into cheerfulness by stealing my hospital bed,” Jay scowls, but the sting is lost in the sudden surge of affection as Kai elbows his way on the bed with him, a steady warmth by his side.

“I’m gifting you my presence, you should be celebrating,” Kai huffs, as he pulls his phone out. “Now stop looking so sad and watch this video I got of a bunch’a geese chasing Zane at the park the other day.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Jay says, but he’s already snickering as he leans his head against Kai’s shoulder to get a better look.

He’s forgotten to tell Kai he forgives him, but like most things between them — Jay doesn’t really need to say it out loud.

Please more arin , hes cool

Where are Ninjago folks getting their fucking Vengestone cages dawg... Vangelis, Harumi, and Roby had the same Vengestone cages and for WHAT!!! Why is this specific cage design so popular among Vengestone cages...

"where's Zane?"

Quick Jay, think of a convincing lie.

"over there!"