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Can you, please, advise me some good Cryptor or Zane fics?

I’m going to do Cryptor fics because i love him. 

First fic that comes to mind is definitely @ffwritersblock ‘s “White Walls and a Black Ceiling”. Very good, 100/10, would recommend. They also have a bunch of other fics with Cryptor but this one’s the best (in my opinion) (i mean, all their fics are good)

Secondly? @parachutingkitten ’s “Shades of Purple”. It doesn’t focus on Cryptor entirely but it’s very good okay? 100/10. Also she wrote a oneshot called “Marshmallows” and it’s WHOLESOME!!!

So here you go. Enjoy! :)

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Really quick drawing of chibi Cole

Bruise is my liiiife ♥️♥️♥️👌

Rain//Bruiseshipping Drabble//

The rain pounded down outside the Bounty, falling in sheets and smashing against the ground with elemental fury. 

Jay stood in the window, the breeze rustling his short rusty brown hair. It smelled cool and earthy, and as the the thunder rumbled he was reminded of his boyfriend. He hadn’t even noticed, but the translucent green Master of Earth had sat down in the chair next to him, a forlorn look on his face as he was careful not to get too close.

“Do you miss it sometimes?”

Jay asked this question before he was even aware of thinking it, turning to Cole with an air of curiosity. Cole furrowed his brows and tilted his head.

“The rain, I mean,” Jay explained, blushing softly, and rubbing his freckled cheek with his palm. “I know how much you used to like it.”

Cole sighed, leaning against the wall, looking as though he wished to sink through it.

“I do miss it, a lot. The feeling of wet hair, it’s amazing.”

He smiled reminiscently, closing his eyes as though remembering an old friend.

“But now it just hurts, every time I touch it. It burns and tears at me and I can’t make it stop hurting, even if I’m not in contact with water.”

Jay watched as Cole shut his eyes tighter, trying to fight the urge to disappear.

“I can’t feel the rain on me anymore,” he croaked, and he voice broke, but he couldn’t produce tears, his shoulders just shook as he cried dryly.

“I can’t feel anything.”

Jay hesitated, then closed the window, and sat down again opposite Cole. Gently placing his lover’s head in his hands, he kissed him, fingers trailing through his somewhat solid black hair.

Pulling away, the deep brown eyes met the playful dark blue, and a small smile broke across Cole’s face.

“You can still feel me.”

Wait a second...

That's. A. New. Meme.

See

When your have been working on your 3D project for 7 hours, and then it's just disappear:

(that's actually happened with me today😢😅😂)

@kara-is-so-ninja @nightlybirdie

Hm, like – Zane is always searching for warm when he is asleep, so he will just roll up to the warmer body he can find.

Probably it will be Kai, but if this Fireboy is out of the reach, Zane will probably cuddle to Cole, 'course he is just big cuddly bear

Please give me your HC about polyninja sleeping or just ninja sleeping, i need

I feel like writing some angst...

"Well, fuck–"

*leaps into your inbox* hey uhhhh I know I already requested something but it would mean the world to me if you could also do a small angsty blizzard drabble, I’ll take anything, even two sentences idc I’m just really dehydrated of blizzard content

Alright ya’ll already know how this goes Morro’s mid redemption here -

Morro groaned and tried to blink away the headache pounding in his brain. What happened...? They’d been...been...he struggled to remember. The ringing in his ears was screeching through his thoughts, scattering them before he could even try to piece them together. He’d agreed to go on patrol...he hadn’t wanted to, thought he was going to mess up...and then Zane had offered to go with him -

Zane.

“ZANE?!” He scrambled to his feet only to stumble over them as the world tilted and his balance wavered. He slammed roughly into a pile of rock and rubble, biting down a yelp of pain. “Zane!” He called again. His vision was clearing up, but he could hardly see. Dust and debris filled his view in all directions - it was like an earthquake had torn apart the street they were on. “Please, Frosty, answer me!”

He almost didn’t hear it through the shifting and settling of rubble around him. A muffled rhythmic beeping from somewhere behind him. Three short. Three long. Three short. Repeat. His breath caught in his throat. Zane’s distress call.

“I hear you, keep on, I’m coming!” He tore through the ruined street as fast as his clumsy legs could carry him. He couldn’t find his footing, leaning on chunks of concrete and tripping over his own feet, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the repeating tone leading him through it all.

He’d never been more grateful for Zane’s robotic build before. “What,” he fell to his knees, afraid to touch the clearly injured Nindroid in front of him. “What happened?”

Zane opened his mouth to speak, only to wince and cough with a loud whirring and sparks. His throat and voice box were clearly heavily damaged, not to mention the leg trapped under a part of whatever had been around him. Morro sucked in a breath at the dark stain around it - Zane had to have been leaking oil and coolant for a while now.

“Is your comm working?” If he’s brought one at all, Morro certainly didn’t have one now. Zane’s was the only option to get more help, and wind certainly wasn’t going to lift what was crushing his leg. He breathed a sigh of relief at Zane’s nod. Both ninjas winced at the loud clicking in Zane’s shoulder as he removed the earpiece and handed it over - he’d be spending a long time getting that joint fixed.

Morro fought to keep his voice steady as he called the Bounty. “Pixal? Kai?” He couldn’t remember who was on deck that morning. “Somebody?”

The comm crackled and Cole’s voice broke through the static. “Morro! Thank the first...where are you? What happened?”

“I don’t,” he fought to sift through his scattered brain. “I don’t know. Cole, Zane’s hurt.”

The black ninja let out a hiss. “You sound pretty out of it too, Casper. The comm should have an emergency beacon in it - little blue button, right on the side. Can you hit it?”

Morro fumbled with the button, fingers feeling sluggish. “Good job, buddy, I’ve got you on the map! Now hang tight, and...” Cole’s voice was blurring together. What was he saying? Morro didn’t know...he couldn’t...couldn’t piece it together...maybe if he sat down...

His legs stung. He looked at the gash on his calf. When had that gotten there? It was starting to hurt...probably not as bad as Zane’s leg...Zane...he looked up blearily at the nindroid. He looked upset. His voice box was sparking again. What was he trying to say?

Zane watched in horror as Morro collapsed.

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