YOOOOOO THATS SO COOL!!!!! Mind If I Just-

YOOOOOO THAT’S SO COOL!!!!! Mind if I just-

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Zane didn’t know what to think.

And that was saying something, considering his processors brain never stalled blanked before, not during any Garmadon attack or history lesson or even when someone asked him to divide by zero that one time.

Because all he could figure though the security video was that this ‘Smith Doppelgänger‘ had no information on him. Same as Smith.

Was he a creation of Garmadon or some other scientist? A secret twin who remained off grid? Or was he like Zane, different in a way no one realized?

Whoever he was, he smelt of trouble. Zane was glad Smith had been there to help Lloyd. Who knew what could have happened otherwise?

So when Zane found himself staring through the window of his favourite cafe at Smith & Not-Smith, well, he hit the record audio button.

Just in case.

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haha bridging @fangirl-616 ‘s awesome fic and @kittydemon9000’s awesome fic go brrrrrr

Ok but something with Into the Kaiverse where Smith still ends up befriending the ninja as a civilian and then we get a scene like-

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Lloyd keeps his gaze low as he walks through the city. The fewer people that notice him, the better. He doesn’t need to get the attention of another person with a vendetta against his dad.

For a brief moment, he glances up, just to make sure that he’s going in the right direction- but then he notices someone there that he’d be happy to talk to.

“Smith!” He calls, half-jogging over to him.

Instantly, Smith is staring at him- he thinks, anyway. The bulky sunglasses make it kind of hard to tell.

Smith tilts his head slightly, an unreadable expression on his face. He cocks an eyebrow, and Lloyd feels some of his excitement fading.

“It- it’s me. It’s Lloyd.” He can feel his smile dropping as he waits for a response. Does Smith not recognize him? What-

“Oh!” Smith stands up a little straighter, and Lloyd feels an odd chill go down his spine for reasons he can’t quite explain.

“Lloyd,” he repeats, a tone that the blond can’t quite identify in his voice.

“Yeah,” Lloyd nods, feeling a wave of relief hit him at the recognition. But then he frowns, a new thought hitting him. “Uh, are you okay? You look really pale.”

Smith looks down at himself for a moment before returning his gaze to Lloyd. He opens his mouth, looking like he’s going to say something- but then a new voice speaks up.

“Lloyd! Hey!”

Frowning, Lloyd turns to look at the speaker, because the voice sounds familiar, but that wouldn’t make any sense, because-

Smith comes up to him.

Smith.

Who’s already standing right in front of him.

Flinching, Lloyd takes a step back, gaze flickering between the two. What the heck? How can there be two-

Smith- the new one- stops in his tracks as he looks at the one in sunglasses.

The first one freezes too, and Lloyd feels an odd tension rippling between them as they both stare at each other.

It stretches on for a few moments, and Lloyd quickly decides to speak up.

With a nervous laugh, he backs away from the guy in sunglasses. “Heh, sorry. I- I mistook you for my friend.”

Not-Smith tilts his head again. “What a funny mix up,” he smiles. But… there’s something off about it. Lloyd can’t quite put his finger on what, but something about him is just… uncanny.

“Ha, I guess it is.” Smith speaks through gritted teeth, and Lloyd almost flinches at the sudden tight grip he has on his shoulder.

“But the two of us were just leaving.”

There’s another spark of tension that flickers between them. “Oh? I’m sorry to hear that.” Not-Smith’s smile takes on a new quality that’s even more indecipherable than before. “I would’ve loved to stay and chat.”

Smith’s smile is clearly forced. “Yeah, well, maybe some other time. We’re kinda busy right now.”

Lloyd glances between the two of them again. Yeah, okay, the guy in sunglasses seems a little weird, but to be honest, their entire friend group looks like that from the outside. And the guy hadn’t seemed upset when Lloyd introduced himself, so… maybe he’s not all that bad?

He glances at Smith for a moment before he speaks. “Well, I don’t think we’re actually all that-”

The grip on his shoulder tightens to the point where it’s borderline painful. “We’re busy,” he repeats, voice firm. There’s no room for argument, and… wow. Smith looks intense. Even more than he does when he’s dealing with Chen. What-

“Goodbye.” Smith practically snarls the word out. Tugging on Lloyd to signal that he should follow, he walks away.

His eyes stay firmly pinned on the guy in sunglasses.

Lloyd quickly follows. Glancing back at the guy, he catches a glimpse of a cocky smirk before he turns away, adjusting the sunglasses for a moment as he heads off.

The moment he’s out of sight, Smith visibly relaxes. He quickly turns to Lloyd, concern that’s borderline panicked on his face as he looks him over. “Are you okay?” He demands.

Lloyd blinks. “Y- yeah?” He glances off to where he last saw the guy for a moment. “Why do you ask?” A sudden realization hits him, and Lloyd feels himself tense.

“Do you know him or something? Is he- is he dangerous?”

Alright, since Lloyd’s the green ninja, his version of dangerous is probably a lot different than Smith’s version, but it would definitely be better for him to know- especially if Smith is still at risk.

Smith hesitates for a few moments before he speaks. “Or something,” he settles on. “And… well. If you see him again, go find the others and give me a call, okay?” There’s still visible concern on his face as he glances back after where the guy was. “I don’t want you anywhere near him,” he admits.

“Why not?”

Opening his mouth, Smith looks like he’s about to say something- but then he stops. After a moment, he breathes out a low breath and just pleads, “Lloyd, please just trust me on this, okay? You shouldn’t get too close to him.”

For a moment, Lloyd feels a protest forming- but then it dies in his throat as he sees the look Smith has.

He looks… scared. There’s so many emotions mixed, and none of them are good, but that’s the one that stands out the most.

Slowly, Lloyd nods. “Okay,” he agrees.

Visibly relaxing, Smith sighs. “Thank you,” he smiles, but the action is still kind of strained.

And Lloyd just… lets it go. This is clearly something he’s stressing about, and pushing it probably won’t help.

He’ll just have to ask Zane to look into it.

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Or something even worse where Smith doesn’t show up and Bizarro Kai takes advantage of the confusion-

OOOOOOOO YESSSSSSSS THIS WAS SO COOL!!!!

OOF that’s a mood, this with any piece of writing (fics and original pieces)

A Slip of the Tongue

* original idea credit/inspired by that one awesome ask by fangirl-616 for kittydemon9000 

Spoilers(?) for Same People, But Not Really

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Shogun had gotten himself into quite a pickle.

And by pickle, he meant the Ninja Force nearly figuring out his identity of ‘Smith’ because of a careless slip about his family life.

He needed a lie, now.

And so, his ever helpful brain had blurted out the first thing that came to mind: a very dumb rumour he’d found trending about Shogun that he’d only known because he frequently checked to make sure his cover hadn’t been blown, which was incredibly annoying because technology didn’t like to WORK with him.

“Ha ha uh yeah Garmadon is totally my dad-”

He regretted those words the instant they left his mouth, physically cringing at the taste of the lie in his mouth. Why, why out of all the rumours, why that one. Especially with the look Lloyd was giving him, a wide-eyed stare of ‘I have several questions’ as if he couldn’t believe- Oh. Oh no. WAIT- “I have to go now,” Shogun said with the confidence of a concussed sheep, trying to subtly turn around and find the warehouse Bounty exit. He could feel Llyod, the actual son of Garmadon, staring at him.

And he wasn’t the only one, as this world’s Zane’s unnaturally peppy voice burst out “Wait, is this why you were so protective when he got kidnapped???” Beneath his gi, Shogun’s face was as red as the colour he wore. “I HAVE TO GO NOW-”

Nya, ever the brilliant addition to any conversation, added in a demanding yet curious tone, “Is this why you didn’t want us to know your identity?!?”

Shogun all but sprinted out of the Bounty, shouting one final “I HAVE TO GO NOW BYE-” before vaulting up the nearest roof and out of sight. He ran for several kilometers across the city, weaving back and forth along rooftops and alleyways to lose any tails, until finally he arrived at his apartment. His gi was flung to the floor and he dove for his bed, hoping that the measly, moth-bitten blanket would shield him from the reality of what he’d just unleashed with one badly-thought out statement.

Hopefully the next day would be better.

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The next day was not better.

Why?

Simple: Smith had to deal with the Ninja Force not-very-subtly asking him his opinion on the Shogun rumours. It figured that they would want the opinion of their new friend on the legitimacy of the mess he’d left last night, but did they really have to bring it up. He made a mental note to remind Master Wu for those subtlety lessons, if he ever showed his face as Shogun around the Bounty again.

“So what do you think, Smith?” Kai (Smith would never get used to that) said for the group, waving his lunch utensil around to punctuate his question. “Do you think there’s any merit to the rumour that the new guy helping the Ninja Force is actually related to Garmadon? I mean, outside Llyod of course, because we know he’s nowhere near any of the attacks.”

Smooth. Real smooth.

Smith tried to cover the embarrassment and unease churning in his gut as he pushed the food on his plate around (cafeteria food was the worst, how could anyone eat this, it was somehow worse than Cole’s cooking). “I don’t know, I haven’t been keeping up with any rumours or anything. Maybe we should just-”

“I have read every forum multiple times!” Zane piped in helpfully. His eyes flashed, and Smith guessed he’d pulled up a few of the sites now to double-check his facts. “I can easily update you if you would like!”

Crap. If Smith didn’t change the subject soon, he’d be hearing about his blunder for the next 3 hours. And that was NOT something he could handle.

“So, Lloyd, how’d you feel about the rumours? Surely you know how dumb they are.”

Smith was going to enroll himself in those subtle lessons.

Lloyd shuffled in his seat, his tone hinting that he was looking for advice. “Well... It seems pretty out there, but… but if the new guy were to, uh, say it or something, would you believe it?”

Oh, that was just handing him an out on a silver platter. There wouldn’t be a more golden opportunity unless the Megaweapon itself dropped out of the sky with the wish to zap Smith home. “Oh, absolutely-”

He paused. Wait. No, this wasn’t a win-win situation, this was a lose-lose situation. Lloyd trusted Shogun, but he trusted Smith more. If Smith said absolutely not, that could compromise Lloyd’s trust in Shogun. If Smith said nothing more, Lloyd might actually believe his blunder, and it would certainly raise questions, but Lloyd would keep his trust in Shogun.

And he desperately needed that trust in Shogun if Smith was going to keep his little brother safe.

And so, with a heavy heart and infinite regret, Smith shut his mouth. Lloyd looked surprised for a moment, then nodded. Smith resigned himself to the fact that he had doomed himself, but at least he’d doomed himself for Lloyd.

This was going to be a very difficult week.

Kai, slapping Garmadon’s forehead and turning him orange and red: It’s called marketing, b!tch.

Anybody else ever think about how the EMs can just take a vehicle and change its colour (and design to an extent)?

Can they do this with other things too?? Like could Jay take a red mug, turn it blue, and slap his logo onto it?

All three let’s gooOOOOOOOO

reblog if you’re asexual, support asexual people or really really want a crossbow for literally no reason.

Well this is a solid mood

i stole this from twitter