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i am what's left of when we swam under the moon by vyoleya
Fandoms: LEGO Ninjago: Dragons Rising (Cartoon 2023)
08 Sep 2026
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Lloyd walks forward, sword clutched tightly in his hands, and he finally gets a good view of the Wolf Warrior's head and his—curly black hair?
Lloyd's heart drops.
It can’t be.
“Arin.” Lloyd breathes out, sword carelessly dropping to the floor, and his world is spinning.
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a fic about post-wolf warrior arin, and his journey to heal, despite everything.
(being rewritten!!!!)
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taller than both of us by vyoleya
Fandoms: LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022), LEGO Ninjago: Dragons Rising (Cartoon 2023)
24 Jul 2026
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Lloyd looks up at him, then down at the hot chocolate. He sets the mug down and pushes it away from him, as if to try and show that he doesn't care that much, then straightens to be more serious. "Not as good as Zane's," Lloyd says critically, "…but a pretty good effort. I doubt you'll ever be on his level, but I'll accept it."
Jay scoffs. "Wow, okay, very honest. Ouch." He says. "Give it a rating, then. Out of ten."
Lloyd gives him a look, as if daring him. "Six."
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Jay and Lloyd, throughout the years. -
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"Oh, no, here is fine, let me just—" Arin straightens, rolling his shoulder a bit, and then returns to his position more carefully. "It's just these, um, bandages, you know? Restricts my movement a little. Hurts when they're being tugged."
She hums, frowning, and lets Arin find his comfortable spot before settling in herself. "…Do you want me to kiss it better?" She asks, and Arin huffs from her side.
"I don't think that'll work anymore, Mom." Arin protests, weakly.
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Arin talks with his mom. -
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This time there's no worms on the other side, so Martin doesn't need to study the firm lock, checking to make sure that it's secure, that no one could get in. He doesn't need to draw the curtains and stuff towels underneath the door and the cracks of the window, as though the air outside can't enter. He doesn't have to do any of it, but he does, by his own choice. But he does, because he —
Martin pauses.
How long have those towels been under his office door? How long have the warm curtains of his office been replaced with blackout ones, and how long have they been drawn tightly against the window?
Did Peter do that, or did he?- or, martin's locked in his office. it really doesn't matter how he copes with it.
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"I miss it, sometimes." Cole says, quietly, as though he needs to explain.
Jay turns to look at Cole, and finds that he isn't looking back. "The water?" He asks.
"The rain, specifically. I always liked it."
Jay nods in soft, aching, understanding. "I get it." He whispers, carefully trying to trace Cole's face with his eyes, trying to hold onto a specific detail before it slips through his fingers, before it loses it's form.
"I know you do."
or: Jay and Cole have a small conversation on a rainy night. Cole's slipping, and Jay's breaking. They can't quite reach each other.
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[Sokka is five when the first mark appears.
It writes itself in a deep red like a wound, as if someone had carved the word “nonbender” in a messy font across the knuckles of his left hand, as if it was handwritten with a knife.
When he asks his mother, as she applies salve on Sokka’s knuckles, she sighs deeply and says nothing for a few moments.
“Sometimes, spirits don’t make much sense.”
Sokka has yet to turn thirteen when he wakes up screaming in pain, about ten soulmarks all over each other between his left shoulder and his ear, red and vivid like burning flesh. Among the few words that are somehow possible to read out of the disastrous scribbling, “disrespectful” and “coward” and “burned” and “sorry sorry sorry” are the ones that stand out the most to Sokka. He thinks, at the tender age of twelve, whoever did this to his soulmate will be sorry too, one day.
A month after Hakoda leaves him with the job of the protector at the age of thirteen, Sokka realizes, with a bitter taste in his mouth, that he’s got more soulmarks than his entire village combined.]
Or, to have a soulmark is to carry the vilest things that your soulmate believes about themselves on your skin.
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It is disproportionately confusing, like showing up at his home address only to find a different house on the lot. It isn’t like that, though. No part of this should feel wrong.
Noel’s fingers are touching his wrist. “John?”
“It’s fine.”
“You know,” Noel says, moving to get the bandages. “You’re only a little better at lying these days, daffodil.”
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Wings of the Hastily Assembled Angel by Flying_Fangirls for bagelistyping, SeerOfTime
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
30 May 2025
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John could not stop staring at hands.
His, to be exact, and Arthur’s. The left hands.
He supposed he could call them both his hands, but that felt… wrong. Or, not entirely wrong, but mostly wrong. Much as the grooves along Arthur’s palm— kept hidden and intimate within the hold of thin fingers— felt like an old home to John, he could not bring himself to leave his signature on the deed.
Instead, over the days, his eyes kept tracing the line of fine bone across the back of the hand, following them to their ends to find the start of fine, dark splinters laced into flesh.
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John has a body. Whose it is has yet to be determined.
Bookmarked by vyoleya
10 Dec 2025
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i'm normal.about the subject of this fic and there are no tears in my eyes oh my god
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bodysnatcher by prrtmafia
Fandoms: LEGO Ninjago: Dragons Rising (Cartoon 2023), LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022)
21 Mar 2025
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“Kai,” Jay says, voice thin, unfamiliar.
Kai just hums again, unbothered. He truly does seem so unbothered, but not numb in the way the agents at the Administration were beaten into. He's like the running air of the sweet east coast that Jay swallowed greedily upon his first escape from the stuffy desks of the Administration. He was lucky, he knew, to be a manager. He had a little more free time and his leash was longer, and his mandated area of housing was bigger than the dormitories for interns. He was lucky, he knew, but he didn't feel like he was.
And the words he says next, he’ll blame on exhaustion, on tiredness, on isolation and the hunger that beats at him and crawls up his windpipe. “Am I too far gone?”
In which Kai and Jay have a haircutting session.
Bookmarked by vyoleya
27 Mar 2025
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im in SHAMBLES WHAT IN THE WORLD???? HWAT DO I DO WITH THIS??????? WHAT DO I DO????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? MY HEAD IS IN MY HANDS MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR AND I SHOULD'VE BEEN IN BED AN HOUR AGO BUT INSEAD IM LSING IT OVER THIS OML