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Quotes my family has said but it’s ninjago quotes
MAJOR TW FOR DARK HUMOR IN GENERAL! The quotes with these jokes have a TW but you’ve been warned
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Jay: “I dunno man, moms are creatures scientists still have yet to learn all reasonings of.”
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Lloyd: “I don’t see anyone else with snakes on their heads.”
Kai: “That’s because no one is as quirky and different as you.”
Lloyd: Dejected “Oh..”
Kai: “That was a compliment.”
Lloyd: “Oh!”
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Jay: “Then you get a bowl the size of Mt. Everest.”
Cole: “It’s the size of your face.”
Jay: “It’s the size of your brain.”
Cole: “It’s the size of your ego.”
Jay: “Oh…”
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Kai: “Don’t look in the trash can in the upstairs bathroom, there’s no evidence”
Jay: “Now I’m just gonna look in the trash can upstairs”
Goes upstairs and looks in the trash can
Jay: “No evidence huh?”
Door proceeds to shut and the sound of knuckles cracking can be heard
Jay: “Wait a second—“
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Nya: “You can’t have more than half since fudge is too rich.”
Jay: “You can’t have the fudge it’s too expensive.”
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Cole: “Why isn’t this a Disney movie? They sing every five minutes.”
Kai: “Cause the parents are still alive.”
A conversation while watching Rudolph the red nose reindeer
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Jay: "it’s really muggy outside
Nya: if I go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn I’m leaving you
Jay: *^proceeds to drink chocolate milk from a bowl^*"
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Jay: and here’s my piggy bank
Lloyd: ooo how much moneys in there ?
Jay: none :(
Lloyd: aww… same
.. TW! Comment about weight
*Having a conversation about who’s pants were who’s*
Zane-“These are definitely yours, Cole.”
Cole-“Idk, Jay’s been putting on some weight recently.”
Jay-*Hysterical laughing* (He wasn’t being mean, it was a joke)
Zane-“This reminds me of that conversation I had with Kai.”
Jay-*More hysterical laughing*
Cole-“Zane, you might wanna get out of the house, sounds like there’s a hyena.”
Jay-*Absolutely dying from laughter*
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Kai: “What, you got a problem with Salisbury steak?”
Lloyd: “Yes.”
Kai: “Understandable.”
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Nya: “THATS WHAT I WAS REFERRING TO YOU OVERBAKED COOKIE”
.. TW! Mention of thr^wing up
Garmadon: “I’m winning us money.”
Lloyd: “Is it working?”
Garmadon: “Well, I won us 5 dollars.”
Lloyd: “Wow, 5 dollars, that’s enough to pay back for the lottery ticket.”
Garmadon: “…go away.”
Lloyd: “AM I WRONG?!”
Garmadon: “..I don’t like you anymore, give me back the fries.”
Lloyd: “I’ll just go and ||puke them back up||, I guess.”
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Garmadon: “Our crappy state is the only state where the gas doesn’t pump itself; we suck.”
.. TW! Ch^king and threats
Kai: “I HOPE YOU TRIP ON A LEGO, SWALLOW IT, FALL INTO A DITCH WHILE CHOKING ROLL INTO THE OCEAN GET STUNG BY JELLYFISH GET EATEN BY A WHALE GET SPAT OUT LIE ON A HOT ABANDONED ISLAND AND DIE”
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Jay: “I use heels cause the leg sleeves are too long.”
Cole: “..the leg sleeves?”
Jay: “Yeah.”
Cole: “YOU MEAN THE PANTS??”
.. TW! Joke about dy1ng
Lloyd: “I wanted 50 bucks for my birthday!”
Kai: “I gave you 50 bucks that you so graciously spent on icecream”
Lloyd: “WHAT BUT YOU TOLD ME TOO-“
Kai: “Happy birthday sweetheart!”
Lloyd: “If this is adult life I’d rather || d1e ||”
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Zane: “Apollo’s kids are like disowning him and he’s standing there taking it being like, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’”
PIXAL: “You were a father.”
It was supposed to be one of your favorites.
Yaku stood proudly in front of the stove, dishing up a steaming plate of oyakodon—fluffy egg, juicy chicken, perfectly seasoned rice. You’d been craving something warm and comforting, and he’d been more than happy to oblige. He even made miso soup on the side, garnished just the way you liked it, with the little tofu cubes floating lazily in the bowl. The apartment smelled like soy sauce and dashi, rich and nostalgic.
You waddled into the kitchen with one hand on your lower back, the other absentmindedly tracing the edge of your growing bump, already smiling at the scent you knew so well.
But then—
It hit you.
The smell.
Hard.
You stopped short. The smile slipped from your face. Your nose crinkled, your eyes went wide, and your stomach lurched.
You gagged once, loud and sudden.
Yaku turned from the stove instantly, eyes narrowing with alarm. “Hey—are you okay?”
You waved him off, trying to speak, trying to play it off like you could power through it.
“Yeah, I just—” You gagged again, louder this time, one hand flying to your mouth. “It’s fine, I think I just need a second—”
Then your stomach gave up entirely.
The rich scent of simmered egg and soy sauce suddenly turned rancid in your senses, and before you could say a word, both hands flew to your mouth. You staggered toward the sink, breathing hard through your nose.
Yaku turned just in time to watch you sprint the rest of the way.
You barely made it. Gripping the edges of the basin, you gagged violently, doubling over as your body heaved with no warning. Your knees buckled slightly from the effort, and tears sprang to your eyes as you fought to keep control.
“Oh—oh my god,” Yaku choked out, dropping the plate onto the counter with a sharp clatter. His hand hovered midair, frozen, like he wasn’t sure if he should run toward you or flee entirely.
He chose you.
“Hey, hey—it’s okay,” he said, voice slightly high-pitched, his mouth tugging awkwardly to one side as he fought against his visible discomfort. His nose wrinkled despite himself, but he pressed a hand to your back, rubbing slow, shaky circles. “It’s okay. Just breathe. You got it.”
You were sobbing before you even lifted your head.
“I loved that dish,” you wailed, tears streaming freely now. “You made it perfectly and I—I threw up in front of you, and I can’t even eat it now, and I’m so sorry—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said quickly, helping you upright and handing you a cool cloth from the fridge. “None of that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
You wiped your mouth, sniffling. “But I ruined dinner.”
He glanced warily at the plate, now abandoned and beginning to cool. “Yeah, well, it’s not my best memory of oyakodon anymore, but that’s fine. It’ll survive.”
You hiccupped a wet laugh. “You’re grossed out.”
“I’m... challenged,” he admitted with a strained smile. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll gag quietly in the corner if I have to.”
You buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate that my body’s doing this. I hate that I wanted something so badly and then just—rejected it like that.”
He stroked your back, gentler now. “It’s not rejection. It’s just... a rebranding.”
You pulled back slightly, puffy-eyed. “What does that even mean?”
“It means,” he said, tipping your chin up, “that we’re finding new favorites now. So tell me what you can stomach, and I’ll make it happen.”
You hesitated.
“…You’re not gonna like it.”
“I just watched you throw up mid-step and I stayed. Try me.”
“…Pickles.”
He nodded. “Alright.”
“With peanut butter.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And crushed ice.”
He blinked. “Separate or…?”
“Side dish.”
“Of course.”
“And I want a plain bagel. But I want to dip it in cream cheese and ketchup.”
He exhaled. “Naturally.”
“And maybe some frozen corn niblets? Not cooked. Just... straight from the freezer.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Making a list.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” he interrupted, already walking to the counter. “Because you’re growing a whole human, and apparently that human is very specific.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Even if I hate this list.”
And with that, he kissed your temple, grabbed his keys, and set off to hunt down every absurd craving you’d dreamed up—with only a faint grimace and a stomach made of steel.
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It took him two corner stores and a specialty deli, but Yaku returned triumphant, arms full of grocery bags and a look of determination on his face. He laid everything out on the coffee table like it was a five-star buffet: pickles, peanut butter, crushed ice in a big bowl, a plain bagel, cream cheese, ketchup, and a bag of frozen corn.
You were already curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies, and your face lit up like the sun when you saw it all. “Oh my god,” you gasped, reaching for the pickles first and dipping one straight into the peanut butter without hesitation. “This is perfect.”
Yaku sat on the edge of the couch, watching with a blend of horror and awe as you crunched down on your Frankenstein meal with pure, genuine joy.
You munched happily, cheeks puffed out, eyes dreamy as you chewed. “Oh my god, I love you so much.”
He smiled, soft and full of affection. “I love you too.”
Then, quieter, barely a mumble as he stared at the bagel going into the ketchup-cream cheese dip: “This kid is gonna be weird.”