CrazyRubsOff

This is the metaspace of an agender writer with little inspiration or motivation. Don't hold your breath. (Pronouns: Xe, Xem, Xeir)

[crazyrubsoff]

If somebody stumbles on to this disaster... yes this is the tumblr mentioned in the notes of Missing Bits. If you don’t know what that is you’re not missing much.

[anonofdannyphantomfluff]

Rescue with Vengeance

Note#1: this is NOT FLUFF I repeat NOT FLUFF!! I had an idea, an idea that became twisted and violent!

Note #2: As the halfas grew stronger, so did the bridge. Now, Life and Death could hold a tangible presence in the other’s realm.

Warning: Death …

The GIW, the US government’s paranormal division, budget was tripled. As a result Amity park’s ghost sightings dropped, completely. Valery stared at the screen. There was nothing. She didn’t know what to do. Everything she’d normally do was out the window: can’t hunt ghosts, can’t hang out with Dani, and she can’t even take it all out on Phantom… Dani. Val hoped the girl made it out before the GIW started rounding them up. This was all so wrong! They even got Mr. Masters! This had been the worst week since her dad lost his job, but it didn’t just affect her. The Fentons still had their inventing, but they were still hunters at heart. Val hadn’t seen Danny all week…. __ Pain erupted in his chest. Vlad almost didn’t feel it, not after he saw Daniel in the hall, broken and bleeding… __ Death heard her children’s cries. Ghosts were often hunted, often hurt, but never like this. And never before had anyone ever laid a hand on her bridge. The living had never before experienced Death’s wrath. They were about to. __ “There’s a breach in sector fou–” the agent’s shout cut off with the sickening crunch of bone. Messenger would come for him soon. More agents came, firing ecto-weapons at the ghost—weapons that could do nothing.

She cantered through the white walled building. Letting loose her power caused dark mists to flow and cover the bright evil. Her very presence gave energy to her children and they healed. Agents came to stand in her path, their last gaze falling into the violet glowing eyes of Death, before experiencing every horror dieing can offer. She sang no song to comfort them. No one harms Death’s children. __ Danny Phantom was strapped to another table. Scientists fluttered around deciding which experiments to perform today.Agent J was frustrated,he hated guard duty. Then, his radio went nuts. It shouted the gibberish of many yelling at the same time, then went silent. There was a sharp crack, as dark lines appeared on the walls. J grabbed Phantom. “What is this!” He slapped the apparition back onto the examination table, keeping one hand on its throat and the other pointing a gun at its head. Phantom laughed. “Have you ever stared into the eyes of Death agent? I have, unblinking and without flinching” J didn’t have time to respond before the mist took him.

[crazyrubsoff]

As he was enveloped by the mist, Agent J was sure he was going to die. Worse than that, Phantom’s words rang around in his head, ‘Have you ever stared into the eyes of Death?’ and ‘Unflinching and unblinking,’ warring for dominance.

Suddenly, the mist changed. Where it had been such a deep purple as to be nearly black, laced with a sinister sort of energy he was sure could suck the life from his bones, now the mist was a cheery yellow, caressing him and telling him to be calm. The truly frightening part was that he couldn’t have panicked if he tried.

“What is this?” The yellow mist seemed to vibrate in calm anger, the sound coming from everywhere and nowhere and the mist it very self. “The gate breaks down so you decide it would be fun to play cat with the nashavaan?” While J understands the last word to be ‘those who will find death’ and ‘mouse’ and thing that has life’ and a million other things all at once, it makes him realise that none of what was spoken was in a language he’d heard before. “Have your brains rotted by plague and war? Ngurunderi, not since Yoshua have you interfered in my business.”

“Hello Vayu. Not since creation have my children been dealt such an injustice as what these people have done to our son. Look at Phantom and tell me what has been done to him, the fear all my children face, is excusable.” Just as Agent J was starting to get used to, and even embrace, the unsettling forced calm, he was spat out of the mist to find himself face to angry face with two beings he knew instinctively to be Life and Death and a freed but beaten Phantom.

“There’s no way I’m going to have a job after this.” He complained, watching the purple robed woman that was Death turn into a very black, mostly naked man.

[inkshaming]

So, I posted a fic today, and as I was setting up the AO3 post, I found myself writing in the end notes an impassioned - almost desperate, ngl - plea for comments. For interaction.

And yeah, for validation too. Because you know what? Writing is hard - despite commonly held misconceptions, it takes a shit-ton of effort to take some blank, empty void of a page and fill it with something that lives and breathes and touches the minds and hearts of others. 

And don’t you dare wave that “you should be writing for yourself” bullshit in my face. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been able to do that, and honestly I’m glad managed to recover as much as I have and write as much as I do. Having an audience is an integral part of the writing process.

Let me repeat that.

HAVING AN AUDIENCE IS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE WRITING PROCESS.

We fanfic authors don’t ask for much. As someone who is a published author, who has been published in a Real Physical Book™ and was paid hundreds of dollars in Honest-to-God cold-hard cash for less work than I put into my fanfic, let me tell you, a few comments will not pay my tuition or buy my groceries or put clothes on my back. Compared to the hours of labor that went into earning the money I was paid with, comments take substantially less time to create.

And yet, to us, they are priceless. Authors will create entire worlds for the sake of making a single person smile. YOU CAN BE THAT PERSON. WE WILL WRITE FOR YOU HAPPILY.

You just have to let us know you care.

And you’d better do it soon. I’ve heard too many authors all too willing to pull their tumblrs and erase or abandon their fics on AO3 because they have grown weary of screaming into the void. That fanfic you love? Gone. That chapter you’re waiting for? Never gonna happen. How many of you have bookmark lists with fics already missing? I bet you won’t even remember which one it is.

You can keep that from happening. Just write “Omg thank you for updating, I really liked _________!” and fill in the blank. Someone worked hard to put that smile on your face. You can make them smile in return.

[barbex]

“And don’t you dare wave that “you should be writing for yourself” bullshit in my face. “

This so fucking much!! Writers write to be read!

Writers write to be read.

[lingering-nomad]

“Authors will create entire worlds for the sake of making a single person smile.” You know that person who leaves a comment on every chapter of your WIP? That person is a hero.   

[crazyrubsoff]

There For You [Part 5]

Part 1

Robin carefully picked her way through the castle’s dining room

“I’m going to depress those little monsters into cleaning up after themselves.” Perona, floating beside her, had been making this same threat for nearly twenty years and it hadn’t worked yet. “Those rugrats will learn to clean up after they’re done one day.”

“Probably not anytime soon,” Robin said, “probably not before someone trips and dies.”

“Your jokes aren’t funny, Mum!” Seven years old and An already knows what’s what. Robin couldn’t be more proud.

“The jokes are hilarious. You’re just too lively to appreciate them.” Perona replied, sniffing in that haughty way of hers. “What did you bring us this time?”

“Wool.” Robin told her, holding out the bag for Perona to see. “I found a black and red ball I thought you’d enjoy. There was a sale on purples and neons, too.” The chorus of groans meant the various children hiding in the next room knew exactly what sort of knitted clothing was coming for them. “I’ve got letters, too, from everyone. But the midgets only get books.” Cue more groans and even some fighting.

“You can tell us all about your trip before the kids have to wash up for dinner.” Perona told her, leading the way into the next room.

“So what’s the news from Tori?” Perona asked later that night, curled up in each other’s warmth on the couch. “You said you ran into him, but that was it. I wanna know what my oldest baby has been up to this last year.”

“You remember Oce? Hancock’s kid?” Robin asked her.

“The Amazon? Oce, Oce, she the one that’s a killer with a long bow, right. Is Tori in some sort of trouble with her?” Perona had always been a bit overprotective when it involved their brood of children, but Tori had a permanent spot at the top of her list for protective instincts. Not least because Tori had proven an unenviable ability to find trouble in an empty room.

“They’re together,” Robin told her, and then, like ripping off a bandage, “they’re going to join the marine’s together.”

“WHAT?!!” Perona screeched. “No, that’s a terrible idea. Bring them home, Robin. Bring them home.”

“I can’t do that. We swore to let the kids follow whtever dreams they like. That no matter what they decided to do, or who they decided to be with, we wouldn’t stop them.”

“But Oce.” Perona was waving her arms around in ways that showed she was really upset. “That harlot will get my Tori in so much trouble. My poor little bird.” Robin just shook her head and Perona stormed off.

The ensuing fight was not the first they had ever had, nor was it the worst, but it came a close second and lasted weeks. Neither of them was willing to change their stance until the day the den den mushi rang.

“Tori called.” Perona said, tracking Robin down after the call had ended. It was startling after several days of silent treatment. “You were right. They’re out following their dreams and we can’t stop it. I’m sorry.”

“Come here.” Robin told her, tapping the spot next to her on the bed. “They’re our kids, and we can’t decide how they should live their lives. All we can do is prepare them for it and hope for the best.”

“Yeah,” Perona sniffled, and was shortly wrapped around Robin and sobbing. She cried herself to sleep that night and come morning, all was forgiven.

This is for Day 1 Dreams/partners. (Backwards, I know...)

[crazyrubsoff]

There For You [Part 4]

Part 1

Shopping wasn’t usually an undertaking Perona usually enjoyed, but with Robin…

Robin would let her point out all the cute clothes and then try it on! No one had ever done that before! Perona would only have to hold up an adorable ink blue dress with highlights such pale pink they were almost white and Robin would try it on even if it wasn’t her normal style.

Or Robin would have pointed out something Perona had overlooked.

“This is cool,” Robin would say, pointing at something on display; and it would be the best thing ever. She could find hair ribbons such a deep purple they’d be almost black with a pink thread worked in. And before Perona knows it, Robin would be retying he pigtails saying, “They match the scarf you made me.” Saying things that make people melt inside should be illegal!

Liking shopping with Robin so much was probably not good for Perona’s sanity, but it wasn’t something she could help.

Not that it mattered when Perona was too busy throwing up in the toilet to even leave the room.

“Are you alright, Perona?” Robin asked her, talking through the bathroom door.

No, Perona wanted to say, I’m not alright. I’m sick. I hurt. Can we just stay in? But that wouldn’t be fair to Robin. Robin who had sewed her many knitted squares into a quilt, Robin who had bought her a book and wool and helped her knit a range of cute stuffed animalsand let her keep them in the insufferably tiny boat they were sharing.

“I’ll be fine in a moment.” Perona said instead, and she wasn’t lying. The nauseas really was going down, she’d be able to swallow some bland food and water.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked, so concerned that it almost made Perona’s heart break.

“Yes,” Perona called back, flushing the toilet and moving for the sink. “You wanted to check out that bookshop, right? The one off the main street?”

“If you’re sure,” Robin sighed, but it was clear Perona had won. “Then we should be able to make the shop after the doctor.”

“After the doc-? What, Why?” Perona asked. There weren’t many reasons they’d be going to the doctor and she was nowhere near bad enough to go.

“You’ve been throwing up three days in the last week. Why wouldn’t we go to the doctor?”

“I don’t need a doctor.” Perona told her, digging through her trunk for that black, purple and white dress that seemed to match perfectly with Robin’s hair. Robin merely hummed at her and Perona knew she’d be marched straight to the nearest clinic.

Perona groaned as Robin placed the books next to her on the bed.

“I’d be the worst.” She complained, rolling over onto her side so she wouldn’t have to look at the books.

“It’s not that hard.” Robin told her, pulling out her hair ribbons – black with orange polka dots – and finger combing out her pigtails.

“My parents were never around. I don’t know what a good parent is supposed to be.” Irritated, she grabbed Robin’s hands and started playing with the zigzagging scars tracing up her arms.

“My Mother left me with my aunt when I was little. I can still remember how she treated my cousin,” Robin told her, and Perona was too scared to poke into the horrors concealed in that statement. “I’m sure that, between the two of us, people we meet along the way and the books, we’ll be able to raise a happy little family.”

“The two of us?” Perona asked, studiously focusing on a set of scars lining the underside of Robin’s arm so she didn’t have to think about the gymnastics her heart and stomach seemed to be doing.

“You didn’t think I’d leave run out on you just because you’re pregnant, did you?” Robin asked, and Perona is totally going to blame the tears on hormones and not the fact she had actually thought Robin – who had been so great about everything even though she wanted nothing to do with romance – would actually leave her.

I’m going to claim this as the day 4: memories/childhood prompt.

Part 5

[crazyrubsoff]

There For You [Part 3]

Part 1

They’ve started hanging out before the next time Perona has a life defining problem. After what happened with Mihawk, she can’t bear to return to Kuraigana and its big, empty castle with only the apes for company. So she became a compatriot of the Straw Hat Grand Fleet, sailing the world and running messages and passengers through the ships.

“They gave me wool.” She didn’t want to admit she was nervous, there was no reason for Perona to be nervous: it’s not like anything was too unusual. Just her and Robin, sitting in each other’s company and doing their own thing. Because they are friends and there is absolutely nothing between them.

There’s no reason the first thing said between them since breakfast is something so inane and obvious. Maybe she’s sick, that fluttery feeling in her stomach can’t be natural and she has proven susceptible to sea sickness before.

“Knitting’s a good hobby,” Robin tells her, turning a page in her book.” You could make a quilt to keep you warm on the colder nights.” Perona looks down to examine the light blue square developing in her hands, a terrible creation with dropped stitches and inconsistent spacings: nowhere near her usual cute standards but a good pattern for beginners. This is her eighth square.

“Yeah.” Perona agrees and makes sure to pay attention to her hands as she loops the wool around the needles. Eventually Robin turns another page and they return to how it was – except Perona can’t help but feel, despite neither of them like conversation just for the sake of noise, that the silence is somehow just a little awkward. She just doesn’t know what’s making her feel that way.

Nami stays out on deck that night, so Robin has Perona in the cabin and all to herself. They’ve sailed into a colder climate and Perona doesn’t have any clothes warm enough so the two of them are hunched up together in Robin’s bunk, sharing warmth, wine and candlelight.

It should be perfect.

It would be perfect, but something is clearly bothering Perona, and Robin wants nothing if she could just soothe those worries away.

“Do you think,” Perona sighs, just as a barking drunken laugh wafts in from the deck. “Do you think he’ll ever feel about me the way I feel about him?” And something terrifying and cold grips Robin’s heart and squeezes. Because Robin swore; long ago, Robin swore to never again be involved with someone either romantically or sexually. It’s just another way for them to hurt her.

She thought she had done so well, keeping Perona at arm’s length, but somehow the girl managed to sneak under her guard and Robin fears that if Perona leaves, she’d take a piece of her heart, too.

“I never thought I’d feel like – like that – about anybody, but then Zoro landed on the island and I, it was the most natural thing. So, do you think?”

“After Mihawk,” Robin Begins, slow and tentative because everyone is still unsure about that entire situation.

“Yeah.” Perona sighs. She drinks the last of her wine and puts her book away. In short order she is wrapped around Robin and fast asleep, but the problem is clearly not addressed.

Perona is setting out again three days later. As everyone is gathered to see her off and Franky is readying her craft for her, she suddenly thinks of the ball of knitted wool she’s kept tucked away safe in her bag for the last week and suddenly doesn’t feel so good anymore.

“All ready to go.” Franky tells her, after all the well wishes are dispensed with. Suddenly, she has to do it. She’s been putting it off but she can’t any longer.

“I made this for you!” She blurts out, quickly so she can’t take it back while also reaching suddenly sweaty hands into her back to retrieve the offending object.

“Thank you,” Robin tells her, one hand on top of the bundle and the other warm under Perona’s. And then she’s being wrapped in deceptively strong arms and she can’t even think.

It’s not until later, when she’s contemplating a ball of wool – changing shades of blue and somehow reminding her exactly of Robin’s eyes – and the phrase Robin whispered in her ear about love and happiness not being the same that she realises.

“There’s not a lot,” she tells the sky, “that I wouldn’t do for Nico Robin, “but I feel love is already going too far.”

I am going to claim this is fulfilling the day six prompt chaotic. Even though I started aiming for the wanted half Even if that conclusion need some imagination and line reading.

Part 4

[crazyrubsoff]

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher set us a creative writing assignment. We had to write a story including everything on a certain list of everyday objects and the prompt/title “My day at the beach”

My Ten year old self goes “Okay. Yeah, I can do this.” And proceeds to write about a disastrous road-trip to the beach.

I feel this is the running theme to most of my writings today.

[crazyrubsoff]

There For You [Part 2]

part 1

The second time, Perona had been hanging around the Thousand Sunny for most of a week. She’d arrived in the middle of another party, again, but this time she hung around even after Mihawk left.

It had been a thing to behold, The Straw Hat Party. There were the Straw Hat Pirates themselves, obviously, fresh from Raftel and new head of the pirate heap. There was previously defeated Yonko, Shanks – for some reason that included a several day argument over what looked like an old hat, possible treasure, a legacy and “no, it’s Yours!”

There was some blond priss who seemed to think he should be the attention of the party, but Perona thought he needed his lights punched out; “God” Usopp (and how did that self-deprecating coward get a moniker like that) was adamant such a thing would somehow result in the death of them all, so she settled for depressing him with her hollow ghosts.

The moody surgeon was there too, somehow standoffish on the sidelines but still part of the celebrations, being dragged around in turns by Straw Hat, the reindeer and his own adorable polar bear.

“You should join the party, have a drink,” Zoro told her, holding out a mug of something alcoholic and disgusting. She wanted to rage at him, yell and scream and what is wrong with you, why would you…

“How can you be okay with this?” She asked instead.

“The entire Grand Fleet is here.” Zoro told her, and she shouldn’t have expected a moss-for-brains like him to know what she meant anyway. “They’ll leave tomorrow, so this is the best time to have fun.” Then he wandered off, drinking the mug he had just been offering her.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about at all!” She complained, angrily flopping to sit against the railing and pulling at the grass.

“Then what’s the problem?” Robin asked her, gliding over in that unfairly graceful way to lean against the railing next to her.

“They’re going to fight next week.” She told her; maybe the lack of context was a bit petulant, but she really couldn’t care.

“That’s what Zoro’s been working for his entire life. You knew this day would come.” Robin told her. See, Robin, unlike the rest of her muscle head crew of freaks, Robin was smart. Robin didn’t need something as unnecessary as context.

“Just because I know doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Perona told her. She crossed her arms over her chest, but at this point it was more for show than anything else. Robin chuckled at her and she should hate it but that woman is too awesome to be the object of something so ugly.

“Whatever happens, you’ll be able to find your own path through it.”

“What if Zoro loses, though. I’ve already accepted that Mihawk will die for his title, but Zoro is…”

“Maybe if he loses enough, it’ll finally kill him.” Robin says. Such a thought should not in the least be comforting and Robin’s looking at the fading dawn but it is. It is, because Perona can tell she’s smiling in that perfect, mysterious way of hers.

“That guy has such a bad sense of direction he’d find himself waking up alive again.”

“Maybe he’ll get so turned around he’ll become one of your hollow’s and you’ll be able to call on him to protect you whenever you need it.”

“He’ll hate that.” Perona says, long after all conversation has ended on Robin has moved on.

I wrote this for the day 1 prompt battlefield. Somewhat. I swear.

Part 3

[crazyrubsoff]

There for you [Part 1]

The first time it happens, it’s also the first time they meet. It had been at the end of one of their post-fight parties and Robin had been watching the combined force of several pirate crews pass out in one mass sleep pile. Robin herself, despite several days of revelry, had no desire to join them.

“What are you thinking about?” A voice asks, right next to her ear.

“What happens if they all roll over on top of each other and suffocate in their sleep?” She jokes instead, turning to see a young pink haired woman floating beside her.

“That’s cute.” The woman says, and Robin just… can’t. She was only joking, a coping mechanism she developed in her late teenage years but keeps going for the reactions of those around her. This stranger either knows it to be a cover, or wasn’t listening at all. But the woman floats next to her in silence and it’s almost enough for Robin to be free to think about what her life has become.

“Is something the matter?” Robin eventually asks, after the woman’s fiddling with her skirt has moved to picking holes in her socks and playing with her hair  has become tearing up a very delicate lace handkerchief.

“No.” The word is quiet and soft, but Robin thinks it’s maybe a little snappish anyway.

“Really?” Robin finally ass when the woman starts chewing on the fabric, reaching out to stop her. It’s unexpected but not entirely surprising when her hands pass straight through. If she’s floating, she obviously has a devil fruit, and those things are only ever as predictable as their users. The woman does take the handkerchief out of her mouth, though, so that’s a win.

“You really know how to party.” The woman says, instead of answering the question, flipping over so she’s floating on her stomach and clearly watching Brook juggle his violin, bow and Usopp to the closest boulder.

“Usopp doesn’t usually fall asleep in the middle of singing his own praises,” Robin tells her, “but he doesn’t always have his old man as an audience, either.”

“Is it normal that he sleeps on the skeleton?” The woman remarks, because now Brook is sleeping against his chosen rock with Usopp’s head pillowed in his lap with only the tan satchel for cushioning. Robin merely chuckles and points to a certain tangle of limbs in a pile of tangled limbs. Zoro and Nami are shoulder to shoulder, ale mugs in hand even as they snore the night away. Luffy is laid out half in their combined laps and half hanging onto Sanji. “Can I have the polar bear?”

“Bepo is Law’s.” For all that Law insists he has no alliance with their crew after they took out Kaido and Big Mam, they never seem to stay away for too long. He currently has his feet tangled up with Luffy’s in Zoro’s lap and Franky wrapped around him.

“I feel like everyone else is moving on with their own life and people without me,” the woman says, gesturing pointedly at Shanks as he flops across Benn Beckman to lay an arm over Mihawk’s shoulder and Robin knows they’re finally getting around to the issue. “It’s like I have no control over the direction of my own life.”

“I never had control,” Robin tells her, leaning back to look at the sky. “But someone once told me, ‘You might be alone at the moment, but someday you’ll definitely find nakama! No one is born in this world just to be alone[1].’ Then I gave up, but Luffy came and gave me adventure.”

When Robin woke up the following morning, the woman was gone without even leaving her name.

 [1] Quote by Eiichiro Oda. Jaguar D Saul to Nico Robin.

This is evntually going to be a five things and one written with this post by @shitstrawhatssay and op-rarepair prompts. 

The order of posting, prompts used and story timeline will be completely random as I post when I have typed.

I swear I shamelessly linked this to the day 5 prompt.

Part 2

[crazyrubsoff]

I decided to get on the fanfic writer’s blog bandwagon... 

So this is a blog about the status of my works on AO3 and fanfiction.net.