So I'm watching One Piece again (and Bleach, but never mind that) - I've started over from the beginning of the Arabasta arc, because that's where things start heating up (and because I cry like a baby every time I watch the Drum Island arc >.>). So my fingers started itching, and before I knew it, I was writing a drabble-ish one shot.

I seem to have this almost unhealthy fascination with Nico Robin - and, by extension, Crocodile - since all of my One Piece fics so far (yeah, all three of them) seem to involve her in some way, even if she's not physically on the scene.

( This is short, and has no plot )





( Explanations, for those who give a damn )

Next up is Franky Ichigo Byakuya whoever I randomly pick. >.>

My mind is... so very strange sometimes. On occasion, I can go for weeks and weeks feeling like I'm a talentless hack and oh, why am I even pretending to be good at anything when every idea I have turns out to be flat and boring and as formulaic as porridge -

- and then I have times like right now, when I'm simultaneously running three different projects, doing quite well on all of them (I can't say "doing really well" because even if it might be true, my very subjective Inner Critic is a relentless perfectionist), enjoying everything, brain sparking new and shiny things every time I turn around.

And I just added another project to the pile. Not only do I have my fairytale (dubbed The Witch and the Wishing Tree, first draft almost done, in need of a harsh edit) and my webcomic and my survival horror (The Night The World Went Dark - talked about it at length in my last post) - now, my fevered imagination has decided to return to the world of fanfic, which I thought I had if not abandoned, then at least deliberately lost on the way home.

( The blame can, as always, be placed on Square-Enix )