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Really pretty!!

ARTIC FOX GEM 🫵

Didn't work out the pose I made!! D: but here's gemm !! 🫶

some oc doodles from mayb last month??? idk im just posting random stuff at this point

The lonely

The silly

Omg it's Michael distortion

idk how to use tumblr but take these sillies i drew during this week nnwghehwhwhhehehehe!#!$+#

i was really bored so here are jay and cole calling each other names

“I LOVE YOU COLE” moodboard

Gotcha

Snake Jaguar.

rb if u agree

lets go to the beech beech.. ninki minjaj

🔥 Kai Smith icons

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alright ninjago fandom, which of these we most mad abt today??

“I LOVE YOU COLE” moodboard

Greenstorm Things

I know this isn’t a super popular ship, but honestly I just love thinking of all the ideas that could spawn from them getting along and what it would be like if they were in a relationship so much that I just haaave to write down some greenstorm things. I know it would never become canon but hey, that’s not what shipping is about. Enjoy!

When Lloyd does something nice or cute, Morro will act like he doesn’t care or something like that, but on the inside he’s screaming with happiness.

Both of them always giving each other a hard time, but in a loving manner.

Their dates consist of them causing mischief wherever they go, playing pranks on people and doing whatever they want. Even sneaking into places at night just to hang out there without other people disturbing them.

Sharing earbuds to listen to music together ♡

Morro will often try to act cool in front of Lloyd, not realizing it just makes him look like a big dork. Lloyd loves it though and it always makes him smile.

Most notably, finger guns. Morro loves to do finger guns.

Partners in crime™

Always planning dates during the night time as to not attract so much attention

Dates including walks through the Forest of Tranquility or Birchwood Forest, doing parkour on buildings in Ninjago City, or getting food somewhere and chill somewhere.

Sometimes on dates they’ll sneak into movie theaters and watch movies together.

“…Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Lloyd. We’re ninja. If anyone should be getting free movies it’s us.”

As much as they love each other, they sure can argue like an old married couple

They can argue about anything, anytime, anywhere

Breaking all the things

When they do things during the day, it’s always away from everyone else. Their favorite day time thing to do is jump on a random box car of a train and see where it takes them.

Yeah they… really don’t like to be around other people when they’re together. Mostly because of their difference in reputations.

Getting REALLY protective over each other in battles

When Morro ever gets badly injured or hurt, he always acts like he’s okay and he doesn’t need help, even if he’s close to passing out. Which Lloyd always gets upset at when he does.

Lloyd helping Morro become a nicer and all around better person and Morro helping Lloyd be more determined and rebellious. Both of them helping each others self esteems.

On trains or midnight walks they’ll share personal stories about their past. Morro would talk about how Wu was the only person to take care of him and how confused and stubborn he was when he was younger, and how he was told by Wu he was gonna be the green ninja before realizing it was a lie.

And Lloyd would tell him how he used to be bad as well, how he tried to manipulate the Serpentine to do his bidding and get revenge on the people he didn’t like, and how his actions almost cost Ninjago multiple times.

Realizing that both of them did some crazy messed up stuff and feeling relieved that all of that stuff is over.

Sometimes they’ll just look each other and laugh at how they used to fight, and what the hell even happened. Laughing it away as if it was just a bad dream.

Lloyd being so proud of Morro and how much he’s changed over the time, and wanting him to fight by his side for a long time.

Morro always being confused yet incredibly happy that Lloyd likes him. Especially since he sees himself as nothing and has no friends. Lloyd is the only person that makes Morro feel like he matters to the world and that he can be good too.

Reblog if you like greenflame but are fine if someone dislikes it.

Reblog if you dislike greenflame but are fine if someone likes it.

Ignore if you’re one of those people who wishes death upon those who ship it.

Oh god, this is deep

I know who you are

If Kai took a different strategy to saving Lloyd in the first spinjitsu master’s tomb.

Kai: You may have fooled everyone else, Morro, but you can’t fool me.

Morro: What does this have to do with what we’re doing?

Kai: A lot actually. You act like you’re stronger than everyone else but actually just a little bit of water and you’re helpless.

Morro’s grin falls.

Morro: Shut up.

Jay: Kai what are you doing?

Zane seems to have figured it out and stealthily leaves the group.

Kai: I know you steal what isn’t yours just because you think you deserved to be the green ninja, even though deep down you know it was never going to be yours no matter what!

Morro: I said shut up!

Morro raises the sword up to Lloyd’s throat.

Cole: Kai! Whatever your plan is, it isn’t working! Stop it!

But Kai pressed on.

Kai: I know you know all you’re doing is hurting your family just for power! And that this this monster you want to bring here and these ghosts don’t care about you at all!

Morro drops Lloyd and points the sword at Kai. He jumps down off the cliff to charge at him.

Morro: I SAID SHUT UP!

His rage distracting him from the nindroid meeting him in the middle, kicking the sword out of Morro’s hand and causing Morro to land inches from the water.

The other ninja go to attend to an injured Lloyd, while Kai picks up the sword and holds it near Morro’s face. The two look each other in the eye.

Kai: I know who you are Morro, because you’re me.

Fanfic recs? Preferably nsfw lol

kiss a boy in tokyo town (percico)

wake up in a city that never sleeps (percicobeth)

rubatosis (percicobeth)

lazy day (solangelo)

something borrowed, something blue (percicobeth)

Heroes of Olympus + AO3 tags ft Minuiko’s art

just imagine non-squipped rich having a massive crush on jake. like this lil boi who probably tucked in his polo and had a fucking bow tie crushing on the school douche.

Concept: Jake is terrified of horror movies and buries his face into Rich for comfort

💙💙💙💙

More genderfluid Jake

Tips for fanfiction writers with trans male headcanon characters:

• Binders👏are👏not👏like👏bras👏You👏do👏not👏hook👏them👏on👏zip👏them👏up👏or👏any👏of👏the👏sorts👏You👏slip👏it👏on👏like👏an👏undershirt👏 (edit: I was informed that binders with hooks do actually exist, I just can’t imagine the binder that I’m currently wearing with hooks it sounds like the most uncomfortable thought to me)

•Unless you’re writing dramatic scene or something, make sure your character follows the recommended time limits for binders which is 6-8 hours or 8-10 hours if I’m going to be honest the internet is saying two different things.

• Chest binders can sometimes be uncomfortable. Don’t write your character like “they were in extreme discomfort” no cause that can lead to some pretty bad things sometimes. But just write that the fucking hem was itchy, and sometimes it does hurt.

• As cute as the thought is of drawing on binders, that shits expensive, and unless they’re drawing on it with washable markers, I don’t think they would want to permanently ruin their binder that was expensive as fuck.

• Top surgery is literally removing a part of your chest. There are very few instances where the person getting top surgery doesn’t end up with pretty bad scars afterwards. And is impossible for those over a C cup.

• Top surgery includes wearing a sort of chest binder for about a week at most after the initial surgery and special tubes for extra fluids and shit. And with evry surgery tjey put you inder laughing gas, so don’t write shit like “they just came out of the doctors office as energetic as ever. “Look!” They exclaimed lifting their shirt to reveal a flat chest” which leads me to my next point which is

• Top surgery is not pretty at first. It’s bruised and scared and scabbed for a while.

• Testosterone, though it is most commonly injected, can also be used in pill form or like a sticker form. For injections, the first one anyone gets is at a doctor’s office, then they teach you how to inject it at home. You can get your injections at a very small dose even week or I know some people get larger doses every 6 weeks it depends on the person. I believe depending on dose of your pill you have it every other day or again it depends on the person. The sticker let her things you wear on your arm all day everyday. You can also have it in different areas but the arm is most suggested. The max dose in patches is a fairly low amount compared to the other alternatives which means less intense effects and sometimes a slower process.

• Don’t even get me started on dysphoria. Not👏liking👏skirts👏doesnt👏mean👏they👏are👏dysphoric👏dysphoria👏in👏this👏sense👏means👏when👏a👏person👏feels👏DISTRESSED👏as👏a👏result👏of👏their👏biological👏sex👏WHICH👏LIKE👏90%👏OF👏THE👏TIME👏CAN👏CAUSE👏DEPRESSION👏OR👏ANXIETY👏

• A lot of the time people doesn’t go with a name close to their birth name. I personally did as it was both easier for my mom and the people around me cause it could seem like a nic name, but also because I loved that name for a long ass time. So if your characters name is say George, I wouldn’t put Gina as their birth name.

jeremy heere hcs

requested: yes yes yes

finally some jeremy headcanons 

will is so cute tho

lets begin

ok so you and jer were locker neighbors through junior year

and when you go into senior year you’re kinda disappointed because you don’t get to see the cute noddle boy you’ve crushed on throughout junior year

then you realize you’re locker neighbors with red hoodie kid

which you connected was cute noddle boy’s best friend 

and you had hope you would still get to see the noodle 

it was one day when you were shoving a government book into your locker you hear noodle boy’s laugh drawing closer to you 

red hoodie and noodle just start hanging out by hoodie’s locker - you find out their names are jeremy and michael

one morning jeremy was leaning on your locker while listening to michael talk

and so you just are like “um, p-pardon me” really quietly

jeremy’s head literally snap up to see you and his face goes red

michael just smirks as jer goes red (cause he’s nervous)

he just nods and moves over so you are now standing between the two boys

then michael just 

l e a v e s

and jeremy kinda just scratches the back of his neck and says hi with a little awkward smile

you just blush and get super quiet with your answers

because wow??? a cute boy talkin to you?? 

he runs his hand through his hair and you close your locker and give him a small smile

these little conversations happen for weeks before you get the courage to ask for his number

but you do

and he just goes “oh my god, yes, i-um-i mean yeah sure” 

he scribbles his number on your arm and you do the same to him leaving a little heart next to it

as you walk  to class he’s silently freaking out and rushes to go tell michael everything

request & talk to me pls

jake blowing raspberries on richs soft tummy

reblog if u agree

I’m making a new club called the “protect Christine Canigula” club. Reblog to join.

AU I have had tucked away for a while? Yep. Legit just asked myself “what if Michael was the rainbow?”

aka the AU where will r jeremy and will c jeremy cause michael to go into cardiac arrest from cuteness

jake dillinger headcanons

- jake is probably one of the most welcoming people you’ll ever meet.

-jake isn’t the brightest in street smarts but he really is good at algebra and trig.

-although he is good at sports he’s actually not that strong.

-shops at h&m 24/7.

-he actually loves places like starbucks and panera but only because they comfort him.

-jake is actually really depressed over his parents leaving and now he has trust issues.

-he’ll just wake up in the middle of the night and start crying and if rich is ever over rich soothes him and calms him down with cuddles ans hair massaging.

-jake really likes being “popular” but only because he enjoys knowing everyone and being friends with them.

-he loves picking up (and being picked up) by his small boyf.

-he used to really be head-over-heels for chloe and it really crushed him when she cheated on him(keep in mind this was a long tome ago before the squip incident)

-jake HATES heights.

-he loves cats !

-he really enjoys being a host either at dinners or just your average reenage party.

hey guys!! i love jake dillinger and jake boyd so v much so i descided this had to be done:) also we just gained 900+ followers! holy heckles this is crazy!! like one month ago we had 100 followers :0 i am so thankful! i’ll be making a seperare text post for you guys to ask some q’s for the mod q&a !!:)

The first time Michael proposes marriage to Jeremy is when they’re seven years old.

“We should get married,” Michael says, absolutely serious.

Jeremy gives the idea some serious thought. Which is difficult, since he doesn’t quite understand how marriage works in the first place. “What happens when we get married?”

“We get to be together forever.” Michael throws his hands in a wide circle to illustrate a seven-year-old’s version of forever. “We’ll be a family, so that means we can live together, too. And, uhhh, we can have a dog!”

Jeremy’s eyes go wide. “A dog?”

“Maybe two dogs,” Michael says magnanimously. “And a cat.”

Which is how Jeremy ends up running downstairs to ask his mom if he can marry Michael and get two dogs and a cat, and then comes back to his room radiating disappointment. “Mom says we can’t get married cuz we’re both boys.”

“What?” Michael pouts. “That sucks.”

Jeremy nods. “She said there’s a different thing for us, and it’s kinda like getting married but not really. And she said we’re too young to do anything like that anyway.”

“How old do we have to be?”

“I dunno. Maybe like, fifteen? Fifteen is pretty old,” Jeremy muses.

Michael groans and smushes his face against a beanbag chair. “Ugh, fine. We’ll get married later.”

“We can’t get married,” Jeremy reminds him.

Michael scowls. “We’ll get kinda-but-not-really married, then.”

“Whatever.” Jeremy’s too crushed by the disappointment of no dogs (or cats) in his immediate future to be invested in this topic anymore. “Hey, you still wanna play that game my dad bought me yesterday?”

-

The second time Michael proposes, they’re thirteen years old.

“Dammit, Jeremiah Heere, marry me,” Michael whines.

“Nope,” Jeremy says.

By now, they know a lot more about how marriage works, that same-sex marriage isn’t legal in New Jersey, and that marriage is for people who date each other, not for best friends. Jeremy’s pretty aware that he’s never going to marry Michael Mell.

“Jeremy, just marry my goddamn Sim, oh my god.”

At least that doesn’t matter in The Sims.

Jeremy sniffs. “Build me a better house first, and then I’ll think about it.”

“Goddamn you,” Michael grumbles, but he starts building that house anyway.

-

The third time is when they’re sixteen and Michael’s half-delirious with the flu.

“Here,” Jeremy says, seating himself cautiously on the edge of Michael’s bed, holding a steaming mug of tea. He helps Michael struggle upright, and then surrenders the mug to Michael’s grabby hands.

“Fuck yeah,” Michael sighs, his voice hoarse in a way that makes Jeremy want to shiver. “God, I could marry you.”

Jeremy laughs, the inside of his stomach tying itself into knots. His fingers burn from where they brushed against Michael’s as he passed over the mug. “Go to sleep, dumbass.”

“Seriously,” Michael croaks as Jeremy bullies him back under the covers, “marry me.”

Same-sex marriage has been legal in New Jersey for just about a year, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jeremy’s acutely aware that he’s never going to marry Michael Mell, and he’s made his peace with that, but it still hurts.

“Go to sleep,” Jeremy repeats, because if he tries to say anything else he’ll burst into pieces, tears spilling over, words ripping out of him. I want to, ask me, ask me for real, ask me and I’ll say yes. Let me say yes.

-

The fourth time, they’re eighteen. It’s their last week of high school and they’re laying on Jeremy’s bed together, ankles entwined, Michael tracing a line of dark bruises down Jeremy’s throat with a fingertip. Jeremy doesn’t bother to hide his shiver at Michael’s touch.

“I’m gonna ask you to marry me,” Michael says. In response to Jeremy’s startled look, he adds, “Not right now. I know it’s kinda early for that, and we still have college, and maybe we won’t last that long,” he scrunches his nose at that, like it’s a distasteful, illogical thought, “but one day, I’m gonna ask you.”

After all this time, it still surprises Jeremy, the idea that he can have Michael after all. That he just might get to marry this boy and keep him for the rest of his life. It’s been a while since he learned the taste of Michael’s tongue and the warmth of his mouth on Jeremy’s skin, the way Michael’s voice sounds when he whispers I love you into the crook of Jeremy’s neck, but it still feels unreal sometimes. Like this could all be taken away and Jeremy will wake up to a cold, empty bed.

So he doesn’t say ask me right now. They’re still young and he’s still learning to trust in this new future that he’s allowed to have. He doesn’t say yes, I’ll say yes.

Instead he presses their foreheads together and lets himself learn to believe in this. “I’ll be holding you to that.”

-

They’re twenty-three and drunkenly walking home to the little apartment they live in together when the fifth time happens.

Michael slurs, “Hey, Jer. Babe. We should get married.”

It’s a topic that they haven’t really discussed in a long time. They were too busy with college to ever think about it, and after college they were too busy getting jobs and finding a new apartment and paying rent. Their lives have settled into a comfortable routine now, the two of them creating a home and life together, intertwined at the roots, and in retrospect, it’s not an entirely ridiculous idea.

But even the most sensible of ideas are pointless when the person spouting them isn’t anywhere near sober.

“You’re drunk,” Jeremy says primly. He only had a beer, so he’s feeling a light buzz but otherwise quite clear-headed. Michael’s draped an arm over him so that he can lean half his body weight against Jeremy as they walk, so Jeremy isn’t inclined to take any of Michael’s declarations seriously at the moment.

“Yeah,” Michael says, because he’s quick to agree with things like that. “But I still wanna marry you.”

Jeremy huffs. “Okay, first of all: this is the kind of thing you gotta think through for a while instead of saying this on the spur of the moment. Secondly, we’re kinda young for that—not too young, but kinda young. Third, you’re drunk.”

“But Jer,” Michael whines, “don’t you wanna marry me?”

I do, Jeremy almost says, but he bites the words back. No point in arguing this with a drunk Michael. “If you really wanna do this,” he says instead, “ask me when you’re sober.”

Michael grumbles all the way back home, because he’s an annoyingly stubborn drunk, and it really speaks volumes about how doomed Jeremy is that he wants to marry him anyway.

-

The next morning, Michael doesn’t say anything about last night.

Jeremy ignores the twinge of hurt deep in his chest and doesn’t say anything. It’s not like he’s brave enough to be the one to ask first, after all.

-

Three weeks after that drunken, forgotten conversation, Michael comes home from work and drops a CD on Jeremy’s lap.

“I need you to give me some feedback on this,” Michael says. There are dark circles under his eyes and a stiffness to his shoulders that give away how tired he is under his smile. He’s been working a lot of overtime lately, especially since he was promoted just under a month ago. “Gameplay should be somewhere around ten to fifteen minutes.”

“I’ll do it now.” Jeremy heads over to Michael’s work desktop set beside the couch, because it’s better equipped for testing a game out than Jeremy’s laptop, and the screen is bigger.

Michael presses a quick kiss to Jeremy’s cheek. “Yeah, I’m gonna get changed. Lemme know if there’s any bugs.”

The game itself isn’t much of a challenge. It’s a pretty straightforward point-and-click adventure game, with little room for error and not a lot of plot, which is an anomaly from the usual plot-heavy stuff Michael’s company likes to churn out. The graphics are a lot simpler, too. Probably because they’re still testing things out, Jeremy figures. At least there don’t seem to be any bugs or anything he’d consider a red flag at this stage.

He clicks his way through a bedroom, then a classroom, and then a college campus, and by the time he’s eventually reached a tiny apartment that looks familiar and a red sprite has approached his blue one, he’s thinking it can’t be, can it?

“Jeremy Heere,” the little red sprite says, and suddenly it has a voice, it has Michael’s voice. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god,” Jeremy says, and turns to see Michael standing behind him, dressed in a button-up shirt and his dress pants that he only wore twice for job interviews, his grin sheepish as he rocks back and forth on his feet.

“So I thought about it,” Michael says in a conversational tone, his thumbs hooked into the pockets of his pants, a corner of his mouth quirked up in a fond smile. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, actually. And I thought about it every day for the past three weeks while I bribed six different people into helping me make the most technologically complicated proposal of all time, and I haven’t considered the alternative even once.”

He pulls out a small black box from his pocket and Jeremy’s heart relocates to his throat as Michael goes down on one knee.

“Jeremy Heere,” Michael says, smiling up at him like he’s never even once thought of a future without Jeremy, like he’s never even considered Jeremy saying no. “I’ve wanted to marry you since we were seven years old and we can adopt as many dogs and cats as you like, and maybe some real kids too, if you want that kind of thing. Everything you want, anything I can do for you, I want to give it to you. Starting with myself. So, what do you want?”

Jeremy’s voice trembles when he says, “Ask me again.”

Michael blinks, then breaks out into a smile as bright as the sun. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Jeremy says, choking on his words, his tears, this happiness that bursts out of him, unstoppable. “Yes, yes, yes—”

He falls of his chair and onto his knees, scrambling to kiss Michael as hard as he can, and there’s a ring sliding onto Jeremy’s finger, forever promised in the way Michael smiles against Jeremy’s mouth. Their future together unfolding from this very moment. 

And for the first time, Jeremy doesn’t doubt that future at all.