A Speculation of Writing Fanfiction + Drabble
So I've made up my mine to try writing fanfiction when I get the chance (aka 4 months from now when summer starts T_T)
I wrote this during Sandy, when I had nothing else to do but read and ended up getting inspired. The pairing for this drabble is Jetko. Yes, Jet and Zuko, boy on boy. Don't like, don't read :P Anyway, once I do begin writing some of my own fanfiction, they'll probably be mostly yaoi. I mean, gay couples are wayy more angsty than straight couples, you know what I mean? XD
With Jetko fanfiction, I find that Jet has incredible potential as a character, especially when paired with Zuko. They both have that same struggle of good and evil inside of them, but the two boys are just so different in character that sometimes they just won't see eye to eye, even if they do understand each other to an extent. Jet has a different background than Zuko, so he'll react completely differently in the same situation. He's also more susceptible to the monster inside him as the leader of the Freedom Fighters, and I know it's cruel to say such a thing, but watching him fight and struggle and grow is just so damn entertaining. Although he could be a bit of a bastard sometimes, but hey, aren't we all?
Anyway, I've made an account for ff.net and archiveorourown, so I suppose all the preparations are done. I just wanted to post this drabble on here because, well, I feel the need to post it and it's just not good enough for ff.net or AO3 :/
Well, here it is. Constructive Criticism is welcome ^^
The pain wasn’t anything new.
Jet was used to physical pain; he could take it just as well as anything. Back in the forest, he got injured more than anyone. Sometimes it was a simple accident. Other times it was because he was shielding a younger Freedom Fighter. Most of the time though, it was because he was “being reckless and stupid,” as Smellerbee often scolded him while angrily treating his wounds.
But this timesd there was a new kind a pain; an emotional ache, as much as Jet hated to admit it. And he knew what it was caused by too, or rather, who it was caused by. A certain Fire Nation bastard. A certain very obstinate, very cute, and extremely hot Fire Nation bastard, pun unintended. Li, if that was even his real name. The boy made him seethe with both anger and longing every time Jet thought of those sharp, golden, Fire Nation eyes and that deformed, yet beautiful scar (which, he realized, was quite often). The contradicting feelings were so strong inside him, a raging battle of long-held beliefs and bubbly emotions he’s never experienced before. If Jet thought about the internal turmoil for too long, he’d go slightly nauseous from confusion; he learned this from experience. Like now, as he curled his fists and mentally slapped himself for letting his thoughts drift back to the boy with well-worn Dao swords strapped on his back, wind lightly ruffling short, black and Earth Kingdom clothes that never quite fit him-
Smellerbee poked the Jet’s evident furrow, “Calm down, Mr. Lightening Brows. Your wounds won’t heal any faster no matter how much you pout about staying in bed all day.”
Jet opened his mouth to throw a smart-ass comment right back at Smellerbee but was cut off by Longshot, who had his eyebrow crooked in warning. Jet nodded, remembering what talking had done the last time he tried go off one of his animate rants that he so often needed simply to blow off steam. The healer said that at least four of his ribs were fractured, if not broken. She stressed that he stay in bed for at least a few days, but since he was a “healthy young boy” he would be up and about in no time. She also said that the emergency healing he had received helped his recovery immensely. Jet had silently thanked Katara for that.
Jet and his Freedom Fighters hadn’t seen Aang and the rest of them after they parted under Lake Laogai. Smellerbee had said that they ended up finding Appa; she and Longshot watched the whole tearful scene as they were carrying Jet away from the underwater prison. Jet had chuckled a bit at that. They were quite a melodramatic bunch.
Yes, well, that's about all I've got so far. I'd like to continue this if I could just figure out where it's going. Honestly, all the plots I can think of have already been taken by brilliant authors who did a much better job than I probably ever could T^T I'll just have to wrack my brain for a little longer and actually plan this project out. Man, I really admire writers who have many a fanfiction under their arm already. Where in the world to they find the time to plan and work on those things? Maybe I just suck at time management. I do tend to get distracted easily...Oh look! Is that Sasuke molesting Naruto?? This gott see! (Yes, I am on thos fangirls, kekeke)
~Vi_vA
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I wrote this during Sandy, when I had nothing else to do but read and ended up getting inspired. The pairing for this drabble is Jetko. Yes, Jet and Zuko, boy on boy. Don't like, don't read :P Anyway, once I do begin writing some of my own fanfiction, they'll probably be mostly yaoi. I mean, gay couples are wayy more angsty than straight couples, you know what I mean? XD
With Jetko fanfiction, I find that Jet has incredible potential as a character, especially when paired with Zuko. They both have that same struggle of good and evil inside of them, but the two boys are just so different in character that sometimes they just won't see eye to eye, even if they do understand each other to an extent. Jet has a different background than Zuko, so he'll react completely differently in the same situation. He's also more susceptible to the monster inside him as the leader of the Freedom Fighters, and I know it's cruel to say such a thing, but watching him fight and struggle and grow is just so damn entertaining. Although he could be a bit of a bastard sometimes, but hey, aren't we all?
Anyway, I've made an account for ff.net and archiveorourown, so I suppose all the preparations are done. I just wanted to post this drabble on here because, well, I feel the need to post it and it's just not good enough for ff.net or AO3 :/
Well, here it is. Constructive Criticism is welcome ^^
The pain wasn’t anything new.
Jet was used to physical pain; he could take it just as well as anything. Back in the forest, he got injured more than anyone. Sometimes it was a simple accident. Other times it was because he was shielding a younger Freedom Fighter. Most of the time though, it was because he was “being reckless and stupid,” as Smellerbee often scolded him while angrily treating his wounds.
But this timesd there was a new kind a pain; an emotional ache, as much as Jet hated to admit it. And he knew what it was caused by too, or rather, who it was caused by. A certain Fire Nation bastard. A certain very obstinate, very cute, and extremely hot Fire Nation bastard, pun unintended. Li, if that was even his real name. The boy made him seethe with both anger and longing every time Jet thought of those sharp, golden, Fire Nation eyes and that deformed, yet beautiful scar (which, he realized, was quite often). The contradicting feelings were so strong inside him, a raging battle of long-held beliefs and bubbly emotions he’s never experienced before. If Jet thought about the internal turmoil for too long, he’d go slightly nauseous from confusion; he learned this from experience. Like now, as he curled his fists and mentally slapped himself for letting his thoughts drift back to the boy with well-worn Dao swords strapped on his back, wind lightly ruffling short, black and Earth Kingdom clothes that never quite fit him-
Smellerbee poked the Jet’s evident furrow, “Calm down, Mr. Lightening Brows. Your wounds won’t heal any faster no matter how much you pout about staying in bed all day.”
Jet opened his mouth to throw a smart-ass comment right back at Smellerbee but was cut off by Longshot, who had his eyebrow crooked in warning. Jet nodded, remembering what talking had done the last time he tried go off one of his animate rants that he so often needed simply to blow off steam. The healer said that at least four of his ribs were fractured, if not broken. She stressed that he stay in bed for at least a few days, but since he was a “healthy young boy” he would be up and about in no time. She also said that the emergency healing he had received helped his recovery immensely. Jet had silently thanked Katara for that.
Jet and his Freedom Fighters hadn’t seen Aang and the rest of them after they parted under Lake Laogai. Smellerbee had said that they ended up finding Appa; she and Longshot watched the whole tearful scene as they were carrying Jet away from the underwater prison. Jet had chuckled a bit at that. They were quite a melodramatic bunch.
Yes, well, that's about all I've got so far. I'd like to continue this if I could just figure out where it's going. Honestly, all the plots I can think of have already been taken by brilliant authors who did a much better job than I probably ever could T^T I'll just have to wrack my brain for a little longer and actually plan this project out. Man, I really admire writers who have many a fanfiction under their arm already. Where in the world to they find the time to plan and work on those things? Maybe I just suck at time management. I do tend to get distracted easily...Oh look! Is that Sasuke molesting Naruto?? This gott see! (Yes, I am on thos fangirls, kekeke)
~Vi_vA
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