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!
With the encouragement of one person, I have decided to post the Lautski doodle-turned-full-ass-drawing
They’ve been infecting my brain for days someone save me
just got back from vacation, heres some sketches i did of the sillies
at least during these troubling times of writers block i still have my shitty doodles lol
anyway, have a lovely day!
-Lee :)
Hey jay :3 I just wanna ask... Is nadakhan going to trap you in a bottle or something? You don't have to understand the question or why I'm asking this.
Don't give up okay? Everything will turn out alright somehow. Maybe you can try praying to the FSM or something? Maybe meditation can help too?
( thank you for this ask, it made me laugh really hard ! !)
are you frequently overstimulated?
LET ME HAVE THIS MOMENT TURTLE
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just started rereading bbnb for like the fifteenth time (first time in months tho) and jesus the story gets dark faster than griffin turner ( i adore tournament of elements can you tell)
@writing-hat i love your fic sm - and damn i have never had such a strong urge to fucking DECK nadakhan than i have while reading it. i want to hit him with a chair 😀
dirty dudes must die! speedpaint
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...)
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 :)
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