#style drabble

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Okay this looks fun, so 💞 (tbh I don’t even know what MY style is so hopefully you can figure it out for me XD)

For the prompt, maybe…. (slow) Recovery?

aksdjflha so I know this was probably supposed to be angsty but my brain latched onto a fluffier idea and wouldn't let it go XD

some of the things I tried to get here were your dialogue-focused narratives, specifically the way you tend to have your dialogue convey things like setting, information, and action. You also write dialogue in a way that you don't usually need tags to figure out the mood of the words! When you do use tags, they're strong descriptive words :D As this became a group ficlet, I had to use more tags than not for identification purposes tho oof

also I dug out past tense for the first time in almost a year just for you 😘

want me to try writing something in your style? check out this post here!

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"I feel like I'm roasting alive."

"You don't say," Nya deadpanned.

Lloyd glared at her, but she only laughed.

"And now you just look vaguely in pain."

"I am in pain!" Lloyd whined, crossing his arms.  He immediately regretted it when the action pressed his sweaty underarms against his body, wincing at the way the fabric of his shirt stuck to his skin.

On a normal day, going to the new amusement park in the city would not have him feeling this miserable.  Far from it.  But given that he was currently sweltering through his long-sleeved shirt in the 80-something-degree heat, his attitude was definitely understandable.

"Ugh.  This is the worst."

"Hey, this is what you get for getting a tattoo at the start of summer," Nya pointed out unhelpfully.

Jay grinned.  "We tried telling you to wait, but noo, you were too impatient to get it now.  You've got no one to blame for your current predicament but yourself, kid."

Lloyd uncrossed his arms.  The heat was just too much.  "I still think this is overkill.  My artist said it should be fine to just use sunscreen."

Jay rolled his eyes.  "Yeah, for a normal person maybe.  I've learned that with you, it's better to be too safe than sorry."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, just think about it!"  Jay held up his hands and started ticking items off of his fingers.  "First, there was that time that you were literally out in the middle of nowhere and still managed to get captured by a robotic dragon.  And then that time that you went to do a routine check-in call and got freaking possessed by a ghost!  Oh, and what about when-"

"Okay, fine, I get it," Lloyd scowled, cutting him off.  "So I don't have the best track record when it comes to stuff.  Come on, though.  This isn't a life-or-death mission.  It's just a tattoo."

Jay scrunched up his nose.  "Yeah, still not gonna take those chances.  You'll find some way to get yourself infected and lose your entire arm."

"No one is losing an arm," interjected Kai, looking queasy at the thought.  "Don't even joke around about something like that."

"Why, because you think it's possible?"

"It's not possible," Lloyd snapped.  He rolled his eyes when Jay pouted in his direction.

Kai rolled his eyes too.  "Whatever.  I was just coming over here anyway to ask who's going where."

"We're splitting up?"

"Well, yeah, some of us are babies about roller coasters."

"I'm not being a baby by not wanting to be strapped to a heart-attack machine," Cole defended himself.

"But you climb mountains!" Jay argued.

"That's different.  I'm in control there."

"Control of what, falling to your death?"

Zane made a small sound in his throat.  "Seeing as how Cole is the Master of Earth, such an accident would be unlikely."

"But never impossible," Jay finished in a low voice.

Cole shook his head.  "Why do I put up with you guys, honestly."

"Aww, come on, Cole."  Nya batted her eyelashes at him, making her eyes big and round.  "It's because you love us!"

Cole squinted at her.  "Zane, maybe.  Not you."

Jay made an outraged noise.  "How could you!"

"Okay, okay!" Lloyd shouted, stepping between them and holding out his hands to keep them apart.  "Can we please just go already?  At least if I die here, I can die doing something more interesting than standing around and listening to you arguing."

Nya harrumphed.  "Fine.  Well, Jay and I are going to hit up all the rides.  If any of you losers want to tag along, I guess you're welcome to."

"No thank you. Zane and I are going over to the lazy river like the sane people we are."

Lloyd perked up.  "Wait, a lazy river?  Is there a waterpark here?"  His outlook on the day immediately brightened.  Water would feel so good right now against his overheated skin- he could almost feel its coolness already-

Jay shattered his dreams with a loud snort.  "Yeah, and you can't go in, idiot.  Remember why you're even in sleeves in the first place?  For your sleeve."

Nya laughed out loud.  "Nice one."

Lloyd glared at both of them.  "You're not funny!"

"I think I'm hilarious.  Aaaand, that's our cue to go.  See you all later!"

The two of them took off shouting down the street, away from Lloyd and the green fire gathering in his hands.  Lloyd unclenched his fists with a long groan.  Great.  Now I'm even sweatier!

Kai patted him lightly on the shoulder, avoiding the large damp spot on his shirt.  "C'mon, bud.  I'll get you some Dippin' Dots."

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Imagine Style where person 1 is colorblind and person 2 isn't. Person 1 comes to person 2, panicking over his driver test (and not being able to see the lights colors) and person 2 is just like. "Dude. They're in the same order on every stoplight."

oh ymgodufckthis is just canon tbhstan is the color blind onekyle is fucking done. im gonna write up a quickie for this one rn 

“–You don’t understand, Kyle!! I can’t do this–”“..Stan..”“–How am I supposed to know when to go??” The raven haired teen continued pacing in his super best friend’s room, obviously panicked. “And the stop signs– oh GOD the stop signs arent even red!!! How–”“Stan.”“God Kyle I’m gonna get in an accident!!!” He walked over and shook Kyle’s shoulders.Thats it. Kyle lightly smacked Stan in the face, effectively knocking him out of the funk he was in.“Woah dude–”“Stan, colors dont fucking matter. The lights are always in the same position– and christ, stop signs literally SAY STOP. You are. So. Stupid.” He couldnt help but laugh at the shocked look on his sorta-boyfriend’s face.“…What.. what do you mean?” Blue eyes were wide with confusion.“Stop is the top light, slow down is the middle, and go is on the bottom. No colors needed. And fuck, Stan, shut up with that stop-sign shit.”“………”Two hours later“KYLE OH MY GOOOOD!!” Stan threw his arms around Kyle’s neck, hugging him close and tight. “I passed!! I fucking passed!!”“I suppose you could say…” Kyle started, mischevious look on his face. “Dude, don’t you dare..”

….“You passed with flying colors.”“….I fucking hate you.”

I… had fun writing this tiny thing

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heyy fabro!:D for the midterm writing thing (btw, have fun on midterm!) - prompt: midnight, or just, night and, if you wanna - 💕 (no pressure though, mimicking writing styles is,,, an adventure tbh😂). oh, and for the mood/style, if you don't wanna do the writing style thing - maybe descriptive or introspective:D

hey aster!!! thanks so much!!!

ah the prompt kind of got away from me a bit XD uhh it takes place during the night oof

it was really fun trying to mimic your writing style!  To me, it’s super poetic and meaningful. You seem to really like word pictures and metaphors and contrasting ideas, so I tried to channel those here but I wasn’t able to do it as well as you in the end 😆

want me to try writing something in your style? check out this post here!

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"Hey, what are you doing?  Aren't we supposed to be laying low?"

If she were a lesser ninja, she might have jumped at his unexpected address.  But she has been aware of her tail ever since she left the base, has heard the light footfalls of someone who knew how to move silently but didn't have the right shoes to completely mask his steps; the quiet puffing breaths of someone who was used to moving quickly but not to the sudden limitations of his own body.

"Good evening to you too, kid," she says without looking up.

He huffs softly behind her, a small, annoyed sound.

"What are you doing?" he repeats.  "You know the Sons of Garmadon patrol these streets.  It's dangerous to be out in the open like this."

"Relax.  I'm almost done, you worrywart."

She surveys the wares in front of her with an eye possibly too critical for the simple dockhand she's playing to be.  At least her hands certainly look the part; they cradle the taper candles with a gentleness at odds with the rough callouses of her hands.  It's the same way she's always picked out items, from new mechanical parts to fresh ingredients at the market.  When they matter, she handles them with care.

"These three, ma'am," she says.

The older woman attending the stand wraps up the candles and exchanges them with her for the money.  Lloyd vibrates impatiently behind her, all energy and unable to control it.  He tags her footsteps as they step back out onto the street.

"Okay, so now are you gonna tell me?"

She doesn't answer him immediately.  

He takes a step closer.  With neon light bouncing off his eyes, he’s a facsimile of his former appearance.  A cruel joke, she would have thought this morning.

A promise, she thinks now.

"Nya?"

"Aren't the lights beautiful?"  

It's something she's always loved about the city.  Back in her small village, light was a far more limited resource.  Lanterns sometimes lit the path for her feet, but far more often, she relied on the stars for guidance.  They hung high in the sky above her head, subject to the whims of the weather, hiding when it was cloudy and vanishing at the approach of the sun.

Dazzling with all its lights, the city is a far better guide than the stars.  

"They're coming back, Lloyd," she breathes softly.

He looks at her, a question glittering in his eyes.

"The others are still alive," she says, she knows.  The planks that were the splintered aftermath of her worst nightmare now stoke a fire within her, one that will not die out.  

She holds up her package.  A candle in the window, burning brighter than any star.  A city, blazing so bright it could probably be seen from space.

"And they're gonna find their way back to us," she says.  "They're gonna make it home."