Latest Posts by god-of-fandoms - Page 7

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 😀

ISHIMONDO

First base is beating the shit out of each other second base is having a civil conversation

Pico!

i love this funky lil guy sm don’t even talk to me

sorry for not posting in a while! last week of school is a whirlwind rn lol

anyway, hope you enjoy this art and have a lovely day!

-lee :)

(sorry for shit quality btw, dunno whats up with that)

walking home from a date after spending half the night doing karaoke

im very tired rn but kinda proud of this? first big(ish) art piece in forever lol

yoinked the background from google images bc i cannot draw backgrounds for the life of me 😔

anyway i hope you like it! have a lovely day!

-Lee :)

Big day for mad scientists everywhere who wanted more green slime in glass tanks to decorate their evil labs

yet another homework sketch guys

was watching a playthrough of friday night shootin’ and i love boyfriend in it :D he and pico both look soooo cute!

was not looking at a reference for this bc i was in math class lol. might redraw it later?

anyway have a good day!

-Lee :)

another silly little homework doodle

what do you think they are talking about?

he is not impressed by my test score

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...)

Hi!

I don't think I've ever mentioned it, but I'm a pretty big fan of Danganronpa (specifically THH). I love ishimondo more than life itself (its right up there with jaya from ninjago for me), and when I first saw that @ishimondoevents was holding Ishimondo Week 2024 I knew I had to participate!

I'll do my best to keep you all updated! I hope that when the week comes around you'll enjoy what I have to offer.

Im really tired and supposed to be studying rn so that's all for now.

Have a lovely day!

-Lee :)

(ps sorry for the awful quality idk what the fuck is up with that lol)

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)

more little sketches of my favorite little guys from various homework assignments

so small and silly. they make me Sick

something something have a shitty little sketch of boyfriend from the back of my homework

hi!

Would you guys mind if I start posting some non-ninjago stuff on here? I'll still obviously post a lot of ninjago since I adore it sm, but I also wanna expand my blog's horizons.

I hope that no matter what I post you'll find it enjoyable! Thanks in advance for understanding, as well as for all the love my little blog has gotten so far :D

Have a lovely day

-Lee :)

EXAMS ARE DONE YIPPEE KIYAY MOTHERFUCKERS

you know what that means

STARTING MY WRITING PROCESS FOR PRESS B CH. 2 RN

FSM SAVE ME

hrrrrrrngh the fact that I was not in fact funkin' on this Friday night is eating me up inside (or maybe that's my feral blorbo instincts grabbing onto pico and boyfriend idk its a mystery)

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 :)

i am so totally down with this lol

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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 :)

trying to glare sullenly at you from across the room but the mood is ruined by the crochet magicarp hat i'm wearing

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)

tosses a traumatized lightning ninja at you

this one’s old but still works

this one is my main reference sheet

these ones are a) the most accurate, b) my favorites and c) a good way to keep track of scars from skybound

and this one is just a simple headshot bc hes just a dude

(bonus old sketch with nya)

hope this helps fam 👍

everyone give me your jay design references right now

Idk I just think there's something kinda funny about how the two characters that started my rampant gender envy back when I was a sad prepubescent closeted enby have so much in common. Like:

extremely smart

very skilled fighters

primarily fight using bo staffs

Have 4 brothers

Have a dad who tries his best

Heroes

Get put through so much pain by their respective fandoms

to conclude im very tired but my exhaustion is outweighed by my love for tim drake and donatello hamato

have a lovely day!

-Lee :)

My ninjago oc, Detective Hiro Takahashi

Hiro's job isn't easy - he's the officer at the NCPD in charge of dealing with the ninja (recovery efforts after battles, getting their statements after incidents, making sure they don't run amok basically). He's in his early twenties when he first gets the job, and by DR he's in his 40s-50s. He's very serious about what he does, and does his best at first to always be professional when dealing with the ninja. However, you can only spend so much time around a group of self-sacrifical teenagers before you start growing attached. By SoG, Hiro considers himself their unofficial protector/therapist/parental figure (???) because good lord those kids need all the support they can get. He specifically spends a lot of time with Jay, especially after skybound (he knows about it but that's a story for another post). He loves his job at the station, even if it gives him gray hairs far before he should be getting them. Hiro is loyal to a fault, and if at the end of the day you try and hurt him or the ninja? Say hello to sensei G in the departed realm, buddy.

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Hi! I hope you like the art, it took me like three days (partially because I'm so stupidly busy). Hiro's my first ninjago oc, and I love him deeply. He's been in my head since maybe my first time watching sons of garmadon, but this is the first time I've ever drawn/shared him.

Once again, I hope you like him! Now time to go back to my *checks work* 1.5 essays due this month :(

anyway, have a lovely day!

-Lee :)

i made a whump wheel

want to beat up a character but don't know how you wanna do it? same here, friend. behold, the whump wheel! it currently has 60 different prompts/tropes on it and is ready for use! 🎉 i...love this thing. it is wonderful for writing exercises. (if you wanna know what's on it before using it, take a peak at the screenshot below)

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?

...

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!

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 ! !)

...

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 :)