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So I was thinkin about the land of the lost and how geos been their his whole life from what I under stand and wondered like. Hey what are the rules for becoming “lost”?

Don’t have an answer but I have an au. lost!lloyd is gonna be my new obsession i think. Here’s the first spiel of it ^^ please let me know what you think! I will be attempting to draw lost!lloyd soon

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Lloyd wasn’t sure how long ago he’d left darklys (totally because they weren’t good enough for HIM) a year? Two maybe?

He’d been alone for long enough it hurt.

He missed Brad.

He missed mom.

He missed.. dad.

Neither of them ever picked him up. Neither of them ever showed.

Lloyd did what he could to make it through each day but. Wondering around on your own left you hungry.. and. Lost..

The young garmadon had no CLUE where he was. Or where to go.

So he wondered the land of ninjago in search of food and shelter.

“This is so stupid” he huffed, “that stupid school wouldn’t know evil if it hit them in the face!” His face scrunched into a scowl, he drew his leg back, attempting to kick up a patch of sand, landing square on his back instead with a resounding ‘oomf’

“AGH!” He shouted in frustration “can’t even kick SAND right. Gene was right.. maybe I am better off lost..” his red eyes welled up with tears, he shoved his sandy palms to his face, trying to stop himself from crying

And then

He began to sink

His heart stopped as he realized it wasn’t his imagination

His tears turned from despair to fear as he desperately tried to scramble away as the earth tried to swallow him whole “HELP!! SOMEBODY”

He screamed at the top of his little lungs, trying to grab onto something, ANYTHING to avoid getting sucked in but it didn’t matter.

His hand slipped from the sand as he screamed. Sure he would die. The earth around him became so.. warm. Comforting almost. Then hot. Scolding. Unbearable before-

PHWOOSH

The lord terror in training shot right out of the earth in a firey geyser. His screaming followed by the thud of his tiny body smacking into sandstone

Lloyd groaned, sitting himself up as shook the sand out of his hair and he blinked the sun out of his eyes

“Where the hell AM i..?” He frowned, taking in his surroundings. Piles of junk cascaded nearly every inch of the place. He was lucky he didn’t skewered.. “is. Is anyone here..?” He asked meekly to the garbage heeps

Something clattered nearby

“Hello?” The frail boy asked, trying to push himself to his feet only to be met with pain in his ankle. He seethed from the white hot fury of putting any weight on it “h-hey-! I need help!! If some one’s there you should. Uh. You should come out already!!”

This time Lloyd’s cries were met. A purple faced teen with teeth the size of Lloyd’s wrist poked their head out. “Are you.. hurt?” They tilted their head to the side. Trying to get a look at the boy from a safe spot.

“Obviously!!” Lloyd rolled his eyes “I just fell like a bazillion feet!!”

The teen chuckled, making their way over to young new comer “the geysers don’t get quite that high,”

Lloyd tensed. “Well it sure felt that high… where even is this place?”

“This. Is the land of the lost.” The purple one explained, kneeling by Lloyd and checking on his ankle before grabbing pieces of scrap metal to act as a splint “and I’m geo.”

Wonderful addition. Thank you for your contribution this is amazing. Rotating in my head like microwave

Kais self care routine gets so much longer after monstrosities (hair routine included) and I will not be told otherwise.

Mans is treating every day as a spa day bc he spent so many days not being able to do even the most basic of self care tasks. And honestly as he should.

Ok but also I really like the centipede Kai idea and now I’m picturing him figuring out what self care for his bug bits looks like

🪦 | ‘Underreacting’ | 🪦

A silly lil comic I did to practice how to speed up the process :3 I had created the sketch of this almost forever ago, and I decided to finish it, I very much like the end processes but I do feel I failed in my intended mission. But that’s not a big deal, and I can try again :3 I wish for the life of me I could remember where I found this dialogue/prompt, but I can’t find it.

Either way, Donnie and Casey bond over being dramatic 💜🖤

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I’m one to talk but go to bed V-V (it’s 1:50 and I am drawin lmao)

Expanding on Lloyd’s nesting habit

In the winter time he straight up steals Kai outta his bed to add him to the nest. Often times he’s either barely awake or sleepwalking.

In the summer months Zane gets the same treatment. They’ve all just sort of accepted this reality and go along with it

When hes really tired he collects his friends/family and they act as his horde

Kai after he gets home, looking in the mirror and just. Practicing.

His smile. His laugh. His quips. Practicing how to seem like himself so Lloyd doesn’t worry.

Morro would be such a mama's boy. Unfortunately the only remotely motherly figure he has is The Preeminent. so.

She talked about him like he was a work of art.

“This mark here, it’s was made to quickly” she’d say while examining his shoulders. Peppering her words with soft kisses he couldn’t feel

She talked about him like he was someone’s master piece. “Clearly they’re not used to working with this medium.”

She talked about him, but rarely with him.

He told her he loved her, she told him he belonged in a gallery.

“And the stone they choose” she’d click her tongue, her fingers grazing the edge where his leg had broken off as a fledgling “not exactly the toughest material, how did they expect you to hold up in a storm?” She shook her head before pressing a kiss between his shoulders. “Whoever made you, didn’t know what they were doing.”

She talked about him, like he was a work of art.

God the ideas for my fic are going HARD tonight. Yall gonna freak out and cry over it when I get to this arc <3

"Ted is doomed to become the homeless man and eventually die a horrible death wherein he is trapped within the Bastard's Box for eternity" to YOU. I, however, live in the Hatchetfield universe where he is de-Tinky'd through some magical and/or scientific machinations beyond my writing ability <3

His brain could never truly be "repaired" to its original state but you'll get some vicious side eyes from one Peter Spankoffski for ever referring to it as "broken". It's still his brother, and everyone adjusts to a new normal.

His internal clock is no longer linear; on good days his watch and many clocks and calendars keep him on track, but when he gets what Pete refers to as the "Time Scrambles", he gets foggy and mixed up, at which point someone will usually put on Borat for him and tell him to rest up till things make sense again.

Don't think Tinky doesn't try and wiggle his way back in; even if it's a bluff, being told "I'm coming for your ass" by a bright yellow demon goat doesn't help you sleep at night.

What should Ted's dog's name be tell me in the tags :3

BRO THATS FUCKING CANON AND I FORGOT?!! Solid

Guys I’m gonna be mean.

Hc that Kai hates/is scared of bugs

Like. Hes always been a bit weirded out by them, but post monstrosity it’s a full blown phobia