158 Cole Icons From Lego Ninjago: Masters Of Spinjitzu EP01 (Part 1 Of 2).

what does your muse think of mine?

send me in specific detail exactly what your muse thinks of mine. whether it be when they first see them, or when they’re lying in bed in the middle of the night and just can’t fall asleep. I’m genuinely curious. 

Dotddd

FUCK YOU COCONUT HEAD

FUCK YOU.

wow, what a rough audience. ( an audience of one that is ) jay clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, the skeleton arm contraption thrown to the side; abandoned and forgotten now. the blue ninja stepped closer, checking out the chains. “ you should be glad that i'm a nice guy, cole. or i'd leave you like one of those cat posters that says hang in there. ” he huffs. “ though there's no positivity in this. down right sad. ”

he then pats down his pockets, searching for the key. he then stops searching, eyebrows pinched together. “ uhm... ” nope, not there, not there either— ah-ha! found it! he eventually found the key to the chains. “ h-heh. that would've been a disaster. ” jay made a beeline to the chains, planning on freeing cole. “ assuming this is vengestone, huh? ”

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀     𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒     𝐀𝐓     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒     𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊.     All     bark,     no     bite.     Oak     coloured     trailed     the     blue     ninja     as     he     approached.     〝    Just     get     these     off     of     me,    〞      He     held     his     arms     out     steady     for     the     master     of     lightning,     〝    They're     startin'     to     hurt    〞      He     mumbled,     a     faint     purple     hue     bloomed     where     the    VENGESTONE     had     dug     into     his     skin.

                Anxious     eyes     tracked     Jay’s     every     move     as     the     blue     ninja     rummaged     frantically.     〝    Jay...    〞      Cole’s     voice     was     deliberate,     each     word     heavy     with     warning.     〝    If     you     lost     the     key,     the     only     poster     you're     gonna     have     is     you     on     a     missing     persons     poster.    〞      They     both     knew     he     didn't     REALLY     mean     it.     Looks     like     they     were         both     all     bark     and     no     biting.     Fortunately,     it     seemed     like     they     wouldn't     have     to     find     out     as     the     blue     ninja     finally     fished     the     key     from     his     gi.     The     metallic     clink     of     chains     hitting     the     ground     was     Cole’s     cue.     He     shot     to     his     feet,     rubbing     his     aching     wrists     with     a     grimace.     〝    Seriously,    〞      he     muttered,     his     tone     laced     with     frustration,     〝    what     is     the     point     of     ELEMENTAL     powers     if     everyone     in     Ninjago     has     this     stuff.     So     not     fair.    〞     

              ☽                𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄     𝐅𝐎𝐑     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄                ☾ @aithynne

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍     𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐀𝐈𝐑,     𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍     𝐀𝐒     𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃,     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋     𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.     〝    C'mon     SEREN!    〞      Spyro     chuckled,     〝    It     will     be     fun!    〞      Spyro     playful     grin     grew.     〝    The     WIND     CURRENTS     are     really     strong     here,     it's     gonna     be     so     fun!    〞     

just finished updating the tracker so if you don't see our thread, please let me know

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞ cynder to terrador | @strcngered

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍     𝐎𝐅     𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇     𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃     𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒     -     𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆.     Head     bowed,     he     listened     closely     as     she     spoke     of     her     troubles.     He     felt     his     crest    -    fallen     chest     ache     -     the     guilt     of     knowing     felt     like     a     boulder     forcing     the     air     from     his     lungs.     The     guardian     wasn't     strong     enough     to     save     Cynder     all     of     those     years     ago     and     yet,     here     they     stood     beside     one     another.     He     had     to     be     strong     for     HER     now.     With     a     roll     of     his     shoulders,     he     inhaled     -     the     proud     dragon     standing     tall     once     more.     〝    Every     WARRIOR     learns     when     to     make     a     stand,     Cynder,     and     when     to     call     for     backup,    〞      Green     eyes     fell     upon     the     black     dragon.     〝    Whenever     you     are     ready     to     make     that     call,     I     will     be     right     here     beside     you.    〞     

An oldie but a goody!

Wanted to play around with the idea of making clothes for dragons back in the day and so I decided on the cute idea of adult Spyro and Cynder attending all sorts of celebrations in their honor.

Honestly one day I'll remake this piece with much flashier and prettier clothes (add that to my long list of "To Do"s)

still working out verses but brief outline of noble's tlos verse:

pyrrhia is a nearby island in the dragon realms

at the start of the war, the nightwings sided with malefor after being promised new land and the ability to bring the tribe back to former power

noble grew up with the nightwings, working his way up in malefor's army to be a general under morrowseer and cynder

malefor's corruption resulted in his element to be both fire and shadow

noble is wounded during the war by cyril's ice breath, resulting in his shoulder plate

games 1 and 2 happen, majority of the nightwings die during the war - including noble's family and morrowseer

seeing to reason, noble surrenders after malefor's defeat and joins the guardians as the guardian of night

"Hold your hands to your chest. And tell me what you find. Out of you, a sparrow comes. And sees without its eyes. Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt. You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst. You can cry."

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄     𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓,     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋     𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄     𝐓𝐎     𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.     It     was     a     sentiment     the     night     dragon     had     not     experienced,     growing     up     under     Kestrel's     talons.     Then     the     SANDWING WAR,     then     the     volcano,     there     was     never     a     moment     for     Starflight     to     sit     and     MOURN.     To     mourn     the     loss     of     innocence,     mourn     the     dead,     mourn     the     loss     of     sight.

                A     scroll,     battered     and     worn,     was     held     gently     in     his     talons.     He     had     planned     on     making     a     copy     of     it,     an     effort     to     PRESERVE     the     scroll     for     ages     to     come.     Now,     he     wasn’t     quite     sure     if     he     would     ever     be     able     to     make     that     a     reality.     〝    How     did     you     do     it?    〞      The     dragonet     asked,     his     voice     laced     with     hesitancy,     〝    ADJUST     i     mean...    〞