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for the first time in a year i just posted chapter 2 of press b for Bad habits! sorry it took so long - gave a little bit of an explanation in the chapter notes!
hope y'all enjoy some nya and Kai content bc I sure do
have a lovely day!
-lee :)
He closes his eyes with a shiver and tries to take deep breaths, but everything’s too hot and there’s a pounding in his head that’s making it hard to focus.
He’s all alone, and that won’t be changing anytime soon. Whoever built Hope’s Peak was serious in making sure the dorm rooms were one hundred percent soundproof (a fact that, when he and Mondo have time on their hands, he’s really come to appreciate). Now, however, all it means is that no one can hear his suffering. And even if the walls weren’t soundproof, there’s no one there to hear him. His classmates, seeing the unusually nice weather this weekend, had decided to spend the whole day visiting a nearby town. When asked, Taka had turned down their invitation in order to spend the day studying for finals. Now he’s sitting here, sick and alone, while everyone else believes him to be peacefully completing homework.
His stomach flips, and his brief moment of reflection ends as he once again leans over the toilet and heaves. His throat burns.
He wants Mondo.
Ishimondo Week 2024, Day 2: July 15 - Promise / sickness
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Hi!
Sorry, this is a bit late lol. It took a long time to write.
Ngl I don't really like this fic or how I wrote it. idk, it just feels sloppy and messier than i'd like. :( I hope some of you like it, though!
Unfortunately, I'm not gonna be able to write 7 really long fics for every day, I'm too pressed for time rn. However, I will be 1. writing at least one more long fic for one of the days (two if I'm lucky) and 2. trying to post smaller drabbles for the remaining days.
anyway, have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
writing fanfiction in the waiting room of the dentist’s office is crazy, couldn’t be me
As Mondo leans against the old stone wall of the Ishimaru family’s balcony, he wonders why the fuck he ever let Taka drag him into this.
A family dinner was a stupid idea; Mondo had said so himself when his boyfriend first brought up the idea. Sure, they had already had ‘family dinners’ before, but those were entirely different. Those had been a relaxing night at the Oowada brother’s apartment, with takeout and video games. Those were casual meetups, laughter and smiles almost eternally present. Most importantly, those were with Daiya and not Taka’s cop dad who had made it his personal mission to take down the Crazy Diamonds.
Ishimondo week 2024, day one: July 14th - Family / Dates
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Hi everyone!
This is my first Ishiondo Week 2024 fic! I unfortunately won't be able to do a prompt for every day (I've been busy) but hopefully almost 10k words makes up for it? In the meantime, as I rush to get at least one or two more fics done, I hope you enjoy this story!
(Shout out to my beta readers!
@lovely-love-angel on Tumblr - thanks so much for helping me with this despite not being in the fandom! It's always a pleasure to work with you <3
my older brother - thanks for providing your honest feedback, and for not telling our parents that I spend most of my free time writing fanfiction and publishing it online. You're a king even if you're a massive nerd)
have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
Hey everyone!
So, Ishimondo week is nearly upon us, and I've been working hard on planning my fics + finishing the first one (which took WAY longer than I expected, and also might have ended up being 9k? Oops). However, I have a question for all of you lovely people.
Accents in writing. I know that they get pretty widely mixed reviews - from what I can tell most people either love them or hate them. Now, I myself usually don't mind them. A lot of times, it helps me to better picture the characters and their way of speaking. However, I was talking to a few of my friends about it, and they all HATE it when a fic author writes in the accents. See, this is a little problem for me because while writing Mondo's dialog, I usually write out his accent. Despite this, I don't want to keep that in my fics if the majority of people hate it. Therefore, I thought I'd put up a poll to see people's opinions on this matter.
By the way, don't worry about whether or not it will take a lot of time and effort to change the dialogue, because it really won't be that difficult! It'll probably only take me around 5-10 minutes to do so if that's the poll's decision.
(P.S., here's an excerpt from my fic which shows an example of writing out an accent - or at least, how I do it: "I’d been meanin’ ta drop that shit for a while when he offered to help me with it last year, an’ the rest is history.")
So, without further ado,
Thank you all so much, have a lovely day, and see you guys for Ishimondo week!
-Lee :)
hey all!
just taking a quick break from writing to have dinner, and I wanted you guys to know that i'm like 3/8 done with chapter 2 of Press B. let me give you a progress report:
I have all of the story beats planned out know everything that will happen.
I have written 1 1/2 out of 4 of the scenes i've separated this chapter into (for writing purposes - it's easier for me to work when I split it up into big chunks and work on one at a time lol)
by the end of the day I plan to be 6/8 done - finish the scene that's in progress, and start writing the last two.
I'm really tired and hungry but boy have the creative juices been flowing. Nothing gets me writing like 1. worrying about keeping you guys waiting 2. rewarding myself with dinner and 3. needing to get this chapter out of the way to work on ishimondo week 2k24.
Anyway, Happy Pride Month, stay safe, happy and hydrated at all times! I hope you're looking forward to chapter 2.
Have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
(P.S. when this chapter does come out, apologies if anything seems out of character. make sure to tell me and i'll do my best to fix it! after all, this is the first time i've written in a certain someone's POV...)
my bitchass writer’s block was just brutally murdered by my extreme boredom and now im frantically typing out dialogue for ch. 2 of Press B at a table in Burger King lets fucking go
(yes i have an essay that’s only half finished thats due tonight, idc. the only thing that matters rn is shitting these ideas out of my head and into my notes app before they dry up)
EXAMS ARE DONE YIPPEE KIYAY MOTHERFUCKERS
you know what that means
STARTING MY WRITING PROCESS FOR PRESS B CH. 2 RN
FSM SAVE ME
guys only one week left of exams and then i can start writing chapter 2 of Press B :))))
exhausted but excited - i hope this one doesn’t take too long lol
have a lovely day!
-lee :)
Jay is so, so tired.
He’s only vaguely aware of his surroundings, but he can hear a lot of raised voices. It’s different from the usual jeers and laughter of the pirates, their mocking cries cutting into him almost as effectively as their blades. No, this feels more… more urgent, he supposes. People are calling out orders, their voices commanding and loud. Blearily, he wonders what they’re talking about.
“...Vitals are weak but stable for now…”
“...Needs an IV, stat!”
“...Several open wounds, possible concussion…”
He slowly realizes that he’s moving. Well, not him. He’s lying on something (a bed maybe? No, it’s hard and painful) that is seemingly being wheeled along at a very quick pace. A strange mask is covering his nose and mouth, air gently pushing its way into his lungs. He knows what this is, knows he’s used one before, but his mind is so foggy he can’t recall where or when or why.
“... Going into shock?”
“...n’t tell, conscious but unresponsive…”
“...Fuck.”
Well, that at least he could understand.
Jay tries to move his head, but a bright flash of pain stops him. Everything fucking hurts, but that fact is barely news at this point. After all, since the beginning of his imprisonment on the Misfortune’s Keep there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by without gaining a new injury or two. (Or ten, when Nadakhan’s really mad.)
He does his best to mentally shake off the fog, trying to figure out what’s going on. He… doesn’t think he’s on the Misfortune anymore - if he was still there, there would be absolutely no lying down like he’s doing now. He’d probably be back in the Scrap N’ Tap arena or cleaning the deck or (FSM forbid) in Nadakhan’s quarters. The djinn is scarily determined to deny him any rest until he physically can’t function without it - no doubt part of his plan to make Jay give up and wish.
“... Bones healed incorrectly…”
“... Emergency surgery…”
“...ay! Jay! Is he ok?”
Now that he’s thinking, the events before his unconsciousness begin to trickle in. He remembers, with a minute jolt, the rescue attempt. How his heart had filled with relief and joy knowing that his friends did care, that they wanted to rescue him despite his lies. How that hope had faded into despair when they were recaptured, and how Cole had nearly been forced to walk the plank.
He remembers the fight, remembers the pure euphoria of his powers singing once again, without the vengestone cuffs made to suppress them. He remembers, with a wince, his friends’ decision to use their wishes to give the fight an edge, and how Nadakhan had twisted their commands into something unhelpful or dangerous.
He remembers losing Kai and Cole to the djinnblade, the fear and sorrow as Lloyd used his last wish to help him get away. To escape, alongside…
NYA!
Jay thrashes suddenly, a reaction that seems to surprise the strangers wheeling him around. Their voices rise as they stop and try to restrain him, but that only increases his determination to move.
“... wrong with him?”
“... hold him down…”
“...ould we use anesthesia?”
He feels hands pinning his arms and legs to the metal slab, and his panic only grows. No, he has to leave, has to find Nya, has to know that she’s ok-
He’s sobbing, he thinks, if the sudden dampness on his face has anything to say. He hears gasps as he thrashes harder, because he has to tell them, make them understand-
He manages to free one of his arms and rips off the mask. He has to tell them so they’ll let him go.
“Nya,” He cries out, his voice giving way at the end from dehydration and exhaustion. “H-have to find- find Nya, please, please…”
The voices are only getting louder as he pleads with them. His hand is once again pinned down and he screams, because he doesn’t have time for this when Nya is gone.
“Please! I need her, w-where is she, where where where-”
No one is listening to him, no one is letting him leave, and he’s quickly losing his strength. An IV slips under his skin, and whatever is in it makes his vision double. They’re drugging him, he realizes, so that he’ll calm down.
The thought just makes him panic more.
“Nya!” He sobs, as he stops fighting the many hands holding him down because he’s so tired, so very tired, “Nya, where are you? Please...”
“Jay!”
The familiar voice calms him down before he even realizes. He sucks in a breath, tears running down his face long forgotten as he stops and listens, hoping, praying he wasn’t imagining it-
And then a figure is shoving past the strangers and leaning over his resting space. Her eyes are the first thing he recognizes, familiarity flooding him despite his exhaustion. He knows these eyes - the amount of times he’s caught himself staring into them out of the blue is honestly embarrassing. The rest of her details come pouring in immediately after, trickling into his mind like the tide. A mole just above her top lip. The small scar across her cheek from a throwing star. Cropped black hair, falling into her face amid her disarray. He knows these details. He knows this face. He knows this person.
Nya stares down at him, her eyes shining with tears. “Jay, I’m here. I’m here, you have to calm down for me, please.”
And Jay calms down. Maybe it’s the drugs entering his system, or the pain and fear and exhaustion that have been following him for months, or maybe it’s just because it’s Nya telling him to, but it’s suddenly so easy to stop thrashing and crying. He has no reason to do so anymore, after all - Nya is here and she’s alright.
“... doctors are here to help, I promise. They won’t hurt you but you need to be sedated so they can administer emergency surgery.”
Her eyes are so pretty, Jay notices drowsily. Looking into them gives him the same feeling as staring into the ocean from the Destiny’s Bounty. Like her element, Nya’s eyes have been a deep cyan ever since she mastered her abilities. His eyes are blue as well, but they’re nothing special. Nya’s are blue like the rolling waves, blue like the sea during a storm.
“...gave me permission to be with you during surgery, you don’t have to worry about me leaving- Jay? Are you ok?”
He’s crying again, not like earlier. Before Nya arrived, he had been sobbing violently. Now, though, tears just trickle down his face as he looks into her eyes.
“Missed you,” He chokes out, and Nya’s face collapses. Her expression is a mix of sorrow and concern and, to his horror, guilt.
“I’m so sorry,” and FSM she sounds close to tears. “Jay, I’m so sorry I let this happen. We should have gone after you, but I convinced the others you’d be fine, and it’s all my fault-”
Shit, shit, shit, how could she say that? He’s the one who should be sorry, he should be begging for her forgiveness. She’s so wrong, so very very wrong, and he has to let her know.
Despite the drowsiness now pushing him down, he shakily reaches out. Nya takes his hand, squeezing gently.
“Don’t blame you,” He murmurs, “Never did, please don’t cry…”
She sniffs gently before wiping her eyes with her free hand. “I’ll try not to,” she whispers. And it’s true, she doesn’t seem like she’s about to break down anymore, but she still looks sad and guilty and Jay would rather die right now than let that look be the last thing he sees before going under. The overhead lamps of the building they’re in (a hospital, he’s now fairly sure) form a crown of light around her head. Nya might be obviously exhausted, dirty, and injured from their fight on the Misfortune, but with the way her eyes shine and the halo surrounding her, she looks breathtaking. Almost like…
“Y’r like an angel,” he mumbles, stifling a yawn. He doesn’t know why out of everything he chose to tell her that - after all, she’s made it clear by now that she doesn’t feel the same way as him anymore. But it’s true, and he’d honestly say anything to make her less sad at this point.
Through his blurring vision, he’s able to make out the slightly bemused expression Nya gets.
“...An angel? Why?”
“Saved me,” Jay slurs. He’s getting more and more exhausted by the minute but he shakes it off as much as he can to squeeze her hand and offer her a grin. (FSM, he hopes she’s not too put out by those missing teeth.) “Came back and rescued me. Y’r my guardian angel now.”
Nya sucks in a breath. “All of us wanted to save you, Jay. I’m not special.”
“Y’ are, though. N’dakhan wanted you, but y’ still came. Brave.”
His eyes are closing again, so he can’t see Nya’s expression anymore, but she squeezes his hand back.
“‘M sorry for ev’rything. Y’re an amazing ninja. Fans… fans are stupid. I was stupid. S’rry.”
A wet chuckle from above him.
“Thank you, Jay. That… that means a lot.”
He wants to say more, but Nya’s talking again before he can.
“I think this conversation should wait until you’re not about to fall asleep,” she says, and Jay’s relieved to hear the tone of voice that she only gets when smiling, “but for now, you need to relax. You’re about to go into surgery.”
Now that she mentions it, the stretcher (it’s a stretcher, he remembers now) had stopped moving a little while ago. The strangers - no, doctors - are bustling around the room, preparing for an operation. The thought makes him a little queasy (he’s never liked surgery, and knowing how fucked up his body is right now this one’s definitely gonna be invasive) but he doesn’t feel as scared as he would usually. Not with Nya here.
His eyes are glued shut, and fighting off the sweet tug of sleep is no longer working. He whines and holds Nya’s hand tighter.
“Don’t leave…” he whispers.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sparky.”
He sighs contentedly at that, releasing his death grip on her hand. A doctor comes up to the stretcher and talks lowly to Nya. He’s so tired that he can barely make out what’s being said, but the meaning is clear.
It’s time.
Nya leans down to put their heads close together. Wisps of her hair gently tickle at his face.
“Sleep, Jay. I’ll be here with you until you wake up again.”
It’s with the sedative running through his veins and the soft whisper in his ear that Jay finally succumbs to his exhaustion.
He slips into unconsciousness thinking only of ocean blue eyes.
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Yall this is unedited and not beta read but I'm so tired.
I'll probably try and fix any mistakes tomorrow but for now I have to sleep - gotta wake up early for even more exams :(
Nevertheless I hope you like this :D tell me what you guys think, I'd love to hear your thoughts
Have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
guys I'm nearly done with the first one shot I promised
its... a little longer than I expected but who gives a fuck at this point? Not me, that's for sure. Exams have sucked the life out of me and I am now an emotionless husk doing their best to pump out Skybound Jaya angst that doesn't suck ass. Please send help the only things keeping me alive right now are:
My big ass fucking grandpa sweater
My cat (sweet child is unaware of my suffering)
Ungodly amounts of sugar (my weak ass can not handle any caffeine that isn't a Dunkin refresher)
Pure spite
But yeah expect it tonight or tomorrow. Time has no meaning I am hungry and exhausted and I want instant ramen but we ran out.
Have a lovely day
-Lee :/ (damn exams really have made me lose all joy, I cant even put a smiley face next to my name)
hi!
a little notice about my fic (Press B for Bad Habits). unfortunately i wont be able to work on chapter two for a while as school is actually trying to kill me this month. (im not joking i have like a million tests, 2 essays, and a metric fuck ton of projects). since i am gonna be quite busy drowning in responsibilities, i wont be able to do much writing. im really sorry bc honestly id rather be writing, but nooooo school hates me and wishes me dead.
however, in the meantime i wanna do something to keep yall intertained. so im gonna be doing some very small things and posting one or two every week until shit dies down.
i look forward to seeing what you want lol
sorry again for making you guys wait!! i know i cant do anything abt it but it still sucks ass :(
anyway, have a lovely day!
-Lee ;)
Summary:
a fic request by nonsense-at-2am on tumblr:
“(This is random lol but-) jay uses video games to cope with the events of skybound but it eventually just becomes unhealthy and eventually the other ninja help him get out of this"
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Jay is fine. He promises.
Ok, so that might not exactly be the truth, but he can't (and won't) tell anyone otherwise. After all, he'd hate to be a burden. So what if he can't sleep because of nightmares? So what if the thought of what happened a month ago makes him feel sick to his stomach? It's better if he just keeps it to himself. At least he has training in order to take his mind off of it!
At least, until he gets barred from doing so thanks to an accident.
When a late night talk with Kai prompts him to use video games as a way to satiate his need for a win, Jay completely misunderstands the point and gets trapped into using them as an unhealthy coping mechanism - and what's worse, he refuses to admit he's not ok. Will he give in and accept a helping hand from his family? or will he continue to bottle up his issues until he buckles under the pressure?
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AAAAAAAAAA IT’S FINALLY DONE!
I’m honestly so proud of myself. I’ve always meant to start sharing my writing, but up until I started posting on Tumblr I never gathered the courage to do so. This was an absolutely incredible experience - I loved every second of writing this lol.
Shout out to the incredible @lovely-love-angel, who beta read this for me (and provided me with emotional support during the writing process lol). You’re so awesome, thank you!
I really hope you guys enjoy this! and @nonsense-at-2am, I hope this is to your liking.
Feel free to ask me anything if you have questions! I’d love to hear your thoughts. You can tell me what you thought of this chapter either here on Tumblr or over on ao3 - can’t wait to find out what you have to say!
Have a lovely day!
...
I finally finished writing the first chapter of my fic commission.
The stats as of rn:
took four days to write
3.5k words
several bars of chocolate were consumed in the process
my cat sat on my computer a total of 4 times, logging me out 2 of them
i accidentally deleted everything I had written one time and had to start again
I should have it out sometime tomorrow - I have to edit it still - but I'm just SO PROUD of myself. Like, this is my first actual official fic. Even if it turns out to be a hot pile of dog shit, I enjoyed writing this - and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it!
Thanks again @nonsense-at-2am - I hope you'll like it.
Thats all for tonight, everyone!
Have a lovely evening.
-Lee :)
so a while ago i took a fic commission from the lovely @nonsense-at-2am. the prompt was:
“jay uses video games to cope with the events of skybound but it eventually just becomes unhealthy and eventually the other ninja help him get out of this”
so… confession time. i ORIGINALLY planned to write a little one shot about this, but i started getting ideas and thinking more about the prompt. i had a lot of ideas that i loved, but there was NO WAY i was gonna be able to fit it all in just a one shot. therefore…
tada! this is gonna be a multi-chapter fic - my first one ever :) i’m nearly done with the first chapter, and yeesh. just a heads up, this is my first time writing so much - when i sat down to start writing this, i had no idea it was gonna be more than 2.5k words 😬😬😬 as such, i’m not sure if it’s good or not. luckily i have an excellent beta reader, so i trust that when i release it it will be passable lol.
i should probably be able to post it by the end of the weekend, so be prepared! im quite proud of it, and i hope you’ll like it.
thanks again @nonsense-at-2am for the brilliant idea, i loved writing this.
have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
how it feels writing fanfiction knowing perfectly well you have an essay due tomorrow that isn’t even half finished but you can’t stop writing fanfiction
Here it is - a scene from my familiar faces au! I hope you enjoy it!
Tw: cursing, eye trauma, mentions of arranged marriage
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Nya grunts in pain as she's thrown to the floor for what seems like the fiftieth time tonight. Scrap N' Tap is always rough - she has her growing collection of scars to account for that - but tonight seems different. Colder, somehow, and so much harsher than ever before. Her ribs are bruised to hell and the blood filling her mouth indicates that she's lost a tooth. The chuckling of the crew slowly falls silent, and her blood begins to run cold as a shadow looms in front of her.
Of fucking course. Why else would the pirates stop holding back unless he wanted something?
"Oh, my dear," and FSM the way Nadakhan calls her that in his sickly sweet tone just makes her want to throw up, "I can tell you're tiring of all of this. Why don't you just give in and stop all this pain?"
Nya spits out a mouthful of blood (and what she's almost certain is one of her incisors) at the djinn. "For the last time, dickbag," she hisses at his disapproving glare, "I'm not wishing for shit."
Nadakhan sighs as he floats closer, ignoring her attempts to flinch back. One thing she’s learned since being stuck on the misfortune? The captain has no fucking sense of personal space. It’s a trait that makes her shiver with disgust, especially when conversation circles back to the reason theyre stuck in this tango.
Speaking of which…
“My crew have been searching day and night, and your friends are still nowhere to be found.” Nadakhan’s golden eyes steadily burn a hole into her soul. She looks away, favoring the sight of her blood dripping onto the deck over that of the djinn’s face. “It seems that they are particularly good at hiding where I cannot see. But, my dear, you’ll come to find-” he grabs Nya’s throat in a bruising grip, ripping a strangled gasp from between her teeth as she's choking again, she can't breathe she can't breathe she can't breathe - "I always find what I'm looking for eventually. The other ninja will be in my grasp within the month, and once I have them? They will know pain like nothing they have known before, I swear to you."
He throws her to the floor once again. Her bruised ribs cry out in agony, but the feeling of air entering her lungs again drowns out the now familiar pain. A calloused hand finds its way to her hair, twisting a loose strand, and once again Nya has to fight back the urge to vomit.
"It doesn't have to be that way if you could just tell me where to find them. I can be merciful, and while it cannot be denied that I used to despise you for destroying Djinjago, it was not your intention to do so. Ever since you joined us-" ha, joined as if my only other choice wasn't to let you have him - "I have found it harder to argue against your usefulness. You would make a brilliant pirate, my dear."
Nya gives the djinn no response other than a scoff. She would rather die a million times than to see the day she'd willingly take orders from this son of a bitch. He sighs and turns his back on her, floating towards the center of the Scrap N' Tap arena. She wishes she had a knife to plunge into his spine.
"Your friends would not need to suffer, either, as long as they agreed to cooperate as well. I could let you all help me in my rule over Ninjago. It is... unfortunate that your brother and the nindroid were too late for this deal, but once I have my Delara back and receive infinite wishes I could be persuaded to bring them back-"
"HIS NAME IS JAY, YOU BASTARD!"
Nadakhan freezes. The rest of the crew falls eerily silent as well. Nya has been in control of water long enough to know that this is what it feels like in the calm before a raging storm.
"What did you just say to me?" The djinn asks, his words knife sharp. He turns to face her once again, and shit he's fucking enraged. It takes everything in Nya to glare back at him when her brain is telling her it's not safe run away DANGER RUN-
"His name is Jay, not Delara. I don't give a shit that he looks like your dead fucking fiancee - they could be twins for all I care - that doesn't change the fact that he's his own person. Delara is dead, Captain, and I'd rather gouge out my own eye than let you marry him because you think it will bring her back."
Nadakhan's nostrils flare as he flies towards her, arm outstretched as if to hit her. Nya can't help it - she flinches away, squeezing her eyes shut as she waits for the blow to come.
It doesn't.
After a few tense seconds, she looks up again. Nadakhan floats there, a peaceful look across his face as if he hadn't appeared ready to end her fucking life a moment before. Has he somehow managed to calm himself down
"Let me get this straight, my dear," and nope, he's even more angry than he was before, if the way his words drip with icy venom are a hint of his current emotional state, "Despite what you say about your precious Jay, I'd know my beloved anywhere. He may go on believing that he is not her, but once I have him in my grasp - and I will have him - he'll be whoever I say he is. And once I wed him and gain infinite wishes, I will be able to bring back the soul of my beloved Delara from the departed realm. With her spirit in his body, we will be reunited at last!"
Nya has to actively fight her nausea as she looks at the djinn's dreamy expression. Pure unadulterated horror courses through her. She knew that the djinn wanted to marry Jay under the delusion that he was a reincarnation of his bitchass fiancee, but for him to blatantly admit that he didn't give a single shit about Jay's thoughts and feelings on the matter - to admit to his plan of letting Delara permanently possess his body??? - makes her actively sick.
"You're a monster," she gasps, and it only makes him grin sadistically. "Jay will never marry you! He'll fight back every step of the way, and so will I!"
"My dear, Jay doesn't get a choice. No matter what, I will wed him and we will rule Ninjago together. And as for you..." His grin only grows wider as he looks away from her to admire the gleaming metal of his hook. He gestures to Dogshank and before she knows it the beast of a woman is restraining her, and despite her struggling she won't budge. "You're very against this wedding, aren't you? In fact, if my memory hasn't betrayed me, I recall you saying you'd 'rather gouge out your own eye than let me marry him'.
Nya freezes. The djinn is getting closer, too close, and the way he's gazing at his hook sends a bolt of terror through her. "I - I didn't actually mean that!" she stutters as her efforts in struggling against Dogshank double in intensity. She's completely unable to move, however, and her breathing gets harder and faster as Nadakhan raises the curved blade to just above her left eye. He wouldn't really, would he?
Nadakhan pauses, golden eyes roaming over her terrified face with amusement. "You didn't?" He asks, faux disappointment drowning his voice. He begins to pull away his hook, and the sigh of relief she lets out is embarrassingly audible.
"I guess I'll just have to do it myself, then!"
The hook pierces her eye.
The pain is instant and blinding. it's so much worse than every other injury she's faced as a ninja. It courses through her veins, hot and heavy, with no sign of stopping.
The hook digs deeper and though she can't hear anything she knows she lets out a scream as she feels it tear through her eye, ripping through nerves and tissue. The pain whites out her brain, she can't think of anything else, she can't breathe, she can't see-
It feels like minutes of agony as the blade twists and digs through her eye socket, hell bent on causing as much pain as possible. It's working. She simultaneously can't feel anything but her eye and feels every inch of her body as all of her nerves echo with pure blinding excruciation.
Then the hook freezes, and she's only given a brief reprieve from the pain before it yanks out of her socket, taking her eye with it.
The blinding pain overwhelms her again as nerves are ripped from the space her eyeball occupied moments before. Through her ringing ears, she can hear someone screaming. A minute later, she realizes that those are her cries.
She's dropped unceremoniously to the floor by Dogshank, where she lies in a growing pool of her own blood. The pain is still coursing though her, but it slowly ebbs... along with her consciousness.
Through rapidly closing eyes - eye, she only has one now - she can see Nadakhan as he floats towards her crumpled form. He lifts her chin gently, seemingly admiring his handiwork. Not has never been this tired. At this point, the pain is set aside as her body shuts down. Nadakhan tuts at her visible exhaustion and wipes away her tears (when did she start crying? She can't bring herself to care).
"Poor girl," he mumbles, his mournful tone a sharp contrast to the (rapidly blurring) smirk on his face. "This wouldn't have had to happen if you had just told me what I wanted to know."
Fuck that. She gathers the last of her strength as she glares at him and rasps, "'m not tellin' you shit".
Nadakhan scowls, but it quickly turns into a self satisfied smile. "Even in a time like this, you still have your fire. Good. And as for you 'not telling me shit', I believe you now. But mark my words, my dear..."
Nya is drifting off; Nadakhan's voice is getting more and more muffled as she sinks into her exhaustion. The last thing she hears are the djinn's parting words to her.
"Jay and the rest of your friends will be mine eventually. In fact, I doubt I'll have to look much longer. I guarantee you that they'll come to me themselves."
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SO DO WE LIKE IT
this took me a crazy short amount of time compared to most of my writing. I'll have to thank @tornoleander for that because I listened to the girl with one eye (Florence + the machine) like you mentioned when talking abt my au and DAMN it got me in the mindset for this like nothing else lemme tell you. If there were to be a ff!au playlist at some point that would definitely be on it (along with nothing by Emily autumn because that gives me serious jay and nadakhan vibes lol)
Im probably gonna edit this soon because I'm so tired and this is probably shit rn. Bear with me though the typos fam.
anyway I really hope you all like this! Your feedback is always important to me so tell me what you think.
as always, feel free to ask me anything about this fic! I'm always happy to answer your questions :D
Thanks for reading this! I hope it makes you more excited about this au.
Have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
uhh so
hypothetically how does it feel to lose an eye
just wondering
Working on a scene in my familiar faces au that I'm gonna post.
It features nya, nadakhan, and a hook. Oh, also an eye. Can you see where this is going?
Anyway it should be done by like tomorrow evening, so ill probably have it up by then.
Hope you're excited! I'm also working on a one shot for @nonsense-at-2am. Its gonna take a bit longer - probably a week? - but I'm really excited for it anyway. And if anyone else has a prompt or one shot idea you'd like to see me write, comment it on the post I made for it and I'll put it on my to-write list!
Anyway, have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
(Ps is anyone interested in hearing more abt Nya's place in the ff!au?
Hi everyone!
So my writing has been pretty slow lately - partially because I've been focusing on trying to make sure the ff!au's storyline actually makes sense and partially because writers block has hit me like an 18 wheeler carrying 3 tonnes of cement. Therefore, I've decided that for the next few weeks I'm going to be choosing prompts to write quick (mostly jay-centric) one shots and posting them here.
This means that if you have a one shot idea that you'd like to see, send a quick prompt or description to me and I'll do my best to write something related to it - this way I can a. banish my writers block and b. bring your ideas to fruition! (and yes, if you want you can request something from the familiar faces au)
Obviously some quick rules:
I will not write anything of a sexual nature. I do not feel comfortable at the moment with writing smut, so please leave anything like that out of your prompts
Nothing meant to be rude or harmful either - I won't write about any prompts that portray things such as racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. in a positive light. That means that for example I could write something about a character who has to face homophobia or transphobia as it's made clear that said act is not morally right.
I'm not usually one for writing romance, but I will be alright with writing ships. That being said, I will not write about any ships which are incestous, pedophelic, etc.
With those being said, let's get started!
I can't wait to see your ideas and prompts. Don't forget to reach out to me with any questions and have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
hello everyone!
quick (and unfortunate) announcement. i mentioned last week that i was working on a post that would explain the basic summary of my familiar faces au. unfortunately, im going to have to delay it because while reading it over i was completely dissatisfied with my explanation and as a result am going to rewrite it.
i apologize as this will take a while - school is kicking my ass right now and i’m getting very stressed because i have an extremely busy month ahead. as a result i dont know exactly when i will be finished rewriting the post.
once again i apologize for the delay. in the meantime, i will be posting a lot of smaller stiff still related to the au to make up for it.
thanks for all your patience! dont be afraid to ask me anything and have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
I've already fell in love with ur familar faces au lol :D
Keep up the good work! :D
aww thanks!
right now im working on a post thats gonna explain the basics of the au’s storyline (with little to no spoilers dw). it should be posted by the end of the weekend and i hope you’ll find it interesting :)
also i just wanted to add - everyone has been so nice and supportive of the au so far! i’ve only posted a fic once before, years ago, and lets just say the community’s reaction to it wasn’t as nice. i ended up deleting both the fic and my account out of embarrassment and haven’t posted anything since then. i was scared when first posting this idea because even though it was a different fandom and i’d seen first hand just how scarily nice ninjago tumblr is, i didn’t want people to act like they had all those years ago. but no, youve all been so indescribably lovely to me, and it makes me so happy to be part of such a kind fandom!
i hope that this au continues to be something you can find joy in. your thoughts and comments mean so much to me.
have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
So in my familiar faces au, delara looks like jay instead of nya. Today I'm gonna further discuss that idea.
So Nadakhan's backstory is largely the same. He became a pirate, fell in love with delara, and eventually was trapped in the teapot of tyrhan by soto. There are only a few differences so far:
Obviously, delara looks different than in canon. She has long reddish-brown hair (usually tied back), lots of freckles (because hey, as a pirate she'd be out in the sun a lot), and a scar across her right eye (from an old battle - probably with soto. And don't worry I already have lots of jay angst planned that has to to with that scar... You'll see *evil author laugh*)
She'll also have a more developed backstory since I plan on making her a lot more important than she was in canon. I won't dig into it here because that will be explained during the story and could count as a spoiler, but just know it's gonna be a lot more than just nadakhan's fiancee.
Now, when nadakhan first meets jay to try and get him to wish, he doesn't realize at first that jay looks eerily similar to his dead lover. He does feel as if the ninja is familiar to him but he can't figure out why. This is because my hc since the whole character design change after hands of time is that jay has always had freckles and curly hair - he just chooses to hide them out of self consciousness. so when the two first meet, jay’s wearing concealer over his freckles and straightened his hair.
the first time that nadakhan sees jay with his natural features is on tiger widow island- because 1. jay got soaked while being the boat’s lightning rod (which washed away his makeup) and 2. since tiger widow island is tropical it’s probably pretty warm / humid, so his hair would puff up to it’s natural curliness again (an unfortunate event that i and many other curly haired folks out there have shared).
the story will begin on tiger widow island, and i won’t say anything more about the story (for now at least - i’m gonna be asking for y’alls opinion on something story-oriented later so just sit tight rn).
hope this was interesting to you guys. as always make sure to drop me an ask if you have any questions / ideas / comments. have a wonderful day!
-Lee
Hi! I'm Lee!
I'm non binary (they/them)
I’m post a whole lot of stuff about a whole lot of fandoms!
stuff i like:
ninjago
disventure camp
hatchetfield
gravity falls
over the garden wall
steven universe
batman
friday night funkin'
Skybound is my Roman empire. I think about it all day all night forever. I love jay ninjago
I write fics but updates are usually few + far between, sorry :’) im very busy and also a massive procrastinator
I post art as well, lots of it. always doing my best to grow my abilities!
Always feel free to drop me an ask if you have any questions, comments, or ideas for/about my work! I love hearing your insights.
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hi!
i’ve decided on a working name for the skybound fic im writing!
as of now it’s called the familar faces au (so clever of me i know)
now whenever i make a post on it, the fic and characters will be tagged as such (examples: #familiar faces au, #ff!au, #ff!jay, #ff!nya, #ff!nadakhan, etc
thanks for the support so far! more updates to come, and remember to drop me an ask if you have questions / ideas xxx
-Lee
hi!
after much consideration i have decided to graciously accept the $100 dollars and start writing this fic!
its gonna take a while (im busy as hell, i haven’t written anything like this before, and the sheer amount of stuff i’ll have to change will be a killer headache) but the idea worms have already begun to nest in my brain and now i can’t do anything but think about this
planning will start soon and i’ll try to keep you updated. please please please do not hesitate to drop me an ask if you have any questions or ideas!
in the meantime, though, please accept some quick doodles i did for my au’s jay:
my friend just offered me $100 to write a skybound au for him in which delara looked like jay instead of nya
should i do it?
my friend just offered me $100 to write a skybound au for him in which delara looked like jay instead of nya
should i do it?
a scene from a wip im working on.
“Lightning is the most volatile of all the elements, Jay. You have the most training ahead of you out of all your teammates, because you will need to learn how to do the seemingly impossible: to control the storm inside of you.
This will be challenging, of course. Your powers will be strongest during moments of strong emotion, and unfortunately on the path of a ninja those are something you will face regularly. Grief, rage, joy: if unable to control your abilities, it is very likely you will lose yourself to the storm.
But know this, Jay. Out of everyone in the 16 realms, it is you and you alone who holds the potential to master lightning. You are intelligent and brave and so very strong, and I know that no matter what opponents you face or how many crises you will have to stop you will be able to stand up and keep fighting.
And that is the mark of a true ninja."
Wu's words from that day so long ago filled his head.
Jay had doubted his sensei's belief in him at first, despite the warmth that had blossomed in his chest from the speech.
After all, how could any of that be true? He was just a kid from a junkyard that had managed to somehow score an elemental power. Hell, he couldn't even control it!
As the years flew by, Jay slowly began to master his abilities. Lighting now took only the slightest effort to summon, and as his friends advanced their powers so did he.
And yet, despite training hard and focusing all of his efforts on improving his mastery, he still had the least control over his powers. Any strong emotional reaction - snapping during an argument, cheering after defeating Kai in a video game tournament, or crying over the ending of Starfarer volume 5 - resulted in him zapping himself or short circuiting any nearby electronics. And in moments when he was truly emotional? His powers wouldn't obey him, lashing out at anyone or anything near him.
It was frustrating and awful and made him cry sometimes, but this only strengthened hos resolve to do better. He found himself meditating with Wu many nights as his sensei taught him more about his abilities.
He and his friends grew older. Jay mastered his true potential, and continued training. His lighting was less volatile now, as if finally trusting its holder. He was still the worst at controlling his elemental energy, but he had mostly accepted it.
And yet.
In moments of true overwhelming emotion, his powers all but gave up on him. He had grown better at hiding it, but when it happened during battles he couldn't help but feel as if he was a failure to his team - to his family. He was supposed to be one of Ninjago's protectors, but here he was unable to do anything.
The occasions on which this happened, he would wonder why Wu ever chose him to be a ninja.
He went to his sensei about it, shortly after what had happened with the departed realm.
He explained his problems with his powers, tears burning tracks down his face as he drank the jasmine tea Wu had given him (to promote relaxation and reduce anxiety, his master had mentioned).
When he finished rambling, he waited (to be scolded? To be waved away with a scoff? To be told he was being dramatic? He honestly didn't know).
Instead, he had been surprised by a hand on his own.
"Oh, Jay," Wu had said softly, "There is nothing wrong with you. Your powers aren't broken, and you aren't failing anyone."
Jay hadn't realized he had stopped crying until those words made him start again.
Wu had explained that the reason his powers wouldn't obey him while emotional was because of how he dealt with said emotions.
"You do your best to bottle them away," his sensei scolded him lightly. "You seem to believe that you don't have the right to feel so strongly, and so you subdue those emotions. If you want to control this, you will need to truly feel that your feelings are valid."
Jay tried after that, he really did. Deep down, he knew he was allowed to feel any way he wanted, but it was hard. After all, his role on the team was the one who cracked jokes, who always had a bright outlook on life or a pun for when times were bad. If he couldn't fulfill that, what would his place even be anymore?
He explained his frustrations over the matter once again to Wu, who only had one thing to say.
"Forcing yourself to feel a certain way won't get you anywhere. The answer to this query will come to you eventually, don't worry."
And despite Jay's impatience and Wu's frustratingly vague advice, his sensei was right once again.
In the last eight months, he had been through hell and back. He was scarred and shattered.
He was filled with terror as he stood once again on the deck of the misfortune's keep, blue eyes locked with the yellow of the djinns.
The last time he had been here, those yellow eyes had been on him as well. They mocked him as he sobbed, powerless and broken, burdened by vengestone and the knowledge that he would never be the same again.
Nadakhan had ruined him. He had hurt his friends, destroyed Ninjago, and taken everything Jay had.
His hope.
His autonomy.
His freedom.
For the first time in years, Jay burned with pure unbridled rage.
And for the first time ever, his powers burned with him.
Nadakhan had ruined him.
But Jay was damned to hell if he wouldn't ruin the djinn as well.
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Hi! Sorry if this is rough - like I said its a wip and I cranked it out in like 30 minutes. Its probably very all over the place because I wrote this at three am.
I hope you enjoyed this because I enjoyed writing it!