YEEESSSSSS!!!!! I LOVE THEM! BEAUTIFUL DESIGNS!!!

YEEESSSSSS!!!!! I LOVE THEM! BEAUTIFUL DESIGNS!!!

No one is safe from me giving a child/ multiple children to them… not even the robots of the group

(Aka I remembered that MiniPix7 was a thing for only like 10 episodes, and also that the falcon was seemingly just forgotten by the writers, so I revived both and handed them to Pixane without their permission :])

Pixal loves her Autistic husband.

(I love their relationship! They are just so cute together!!!)

Having an EMERGENCY RAMEN button on your mech is essential!

Thanks for tagging me @only-lonely-stars ! Here's something from what I've been writing for the Ninjago fic fest.

“Do you know Dr.—”

“Julian. Yes. He was the one who made me. He was...he was my father,” the stranger finished.

The visitor's eyes were shimmering with tears. Zane hadn't quite expected that.

And then, the stranger leapt forward and wrapped his arms around him.

Zane jerked back in surprise, but the stranger who looked like him only pulled him closer.

And suddenly, the pieces fell into place.

“A-are you, my brother?”, Zane whispered.

“I think so,” the stranger replied.

To the person who submitted the prompt for Echo exploring Ninjago City, don't worry! That's coming. I just had to get him out of the lighthouse first.

(At this point in the story, I still refer to him as Zane since Jay giving him the nickname "Echo" was erased from the timeline. I really hope it's not too confusing for the first scene.)

No pressure! Join if you'd like!

@arpeggiopeg @grilledcheese-savage @the-ninjago-historian @jediscribe @taddymason @tiana4evahh

thank you for the tag @invalidstories !

Heads Up, Seven Up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people.

here’s a little something from chapter 12 of Your Average Fangirl :)

A quick glance at the nightstand tells me it's 10:03AM. I stretch my arms above my head before moving to a sitting position, the standard hotel white duvet rustling with every miniscule movement.

I grab my phone off the charging stand and quickly swipe through all of the notifications. After getting back to the hotel last night, we all went to our separate rooms. When Jace didn't follow me as he normally did, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at not talking with him well into the early morning hours.

softly tagging @kyuponstories @kbwritesstuff @romances-not-tragedies @fortunatetragedy @taranorma

@that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy @honeybewrites

Echo was still surveying the little shop, noting the paintings on the side wall, when Nelson grabbed his hand, startling him.

“Come on!” he said, pulling him toward the front counter, “You’re going to love this!”

The pair stopped in front of the glass window of the ice cream freezer, the colorful treats on full display within.

“Alright, which flavor do you want, Echo?” Nelson asked, clearly excited to introduce his new friend to the wonder of ice cream.

“Whoa there, Nelson,” a kindly voice said, “Why don’t you give your friend here a minute to decide,”

Echo looked up from the cartons of ice cream to see a large man behind the counter, wearing a yellow apron and hat.

He gave Echo a friendly smile, “It’s alright, son, take all the time you need,”

(In the process of giving Echo a new friend and an adventure in the city, I also ended up creating Mr. Randy, one of the workers at the Dairy Dragon. He's like that wholesome, middle-aged uncle that calls everyone "son" and "buddy" and "buckaroo." Sometimes, the OCs happen when you're not even trying.)

Wip Wednesday

It’s the last Wednesday of fic fest, folks! Share a little sneak peek of what you’re working on, if you want!

rotating some conversations that I've had around in my head about art and what makes it meaningful and can we really qualify the birds which weave beautiful nests and the fish which draw patterns on the floor on the sea as artists when all they are doing is following their instincts and I am in my corner banging pans and weeping because IT'S GOD, IT'S GOD'S ART, IT'S GOD'S ART EXPRESSED THROUGH THE CANVAS OF CREATION, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS WHEN NATURE IS NOT THE ARTIST, IT IS THE ART

You know what? I think I headcannon Echo as shorter than Zane.

Like, Dr. Julien probably used the same blueprints, but it seems to me that since he was building vehicles for Samuki, Echo was probably built out of whatever spare parts he could salvage from those projects.

I mean, I don't know about you, but if I had a hostage building stuff for me, I would only give him the parts and tools that were necessary, lest he build something to help him escape.

So, to me Echo is shorter than Zane because Dr. Julian was working with limited materials.

This has been, Random Ramblings with Nexu.