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Part XLI

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Life itself can be your fuel, the answer will come when you're actually living. 

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“Little sun”

Illustrative linework attoo 

5 x 5 cm

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[sakurasnowfall]

Hey! Could you write a Opla Usopp x reader fic, where Usopp reassures the reader that they belong in the straw hats and that they’ll find a place just like he did? could reader be Afab please?

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting. I am SO SO sorry it took me so long! I wanted to make sure I did this right. I did my absolute best to try and make Usopp as in character as possible, and make the dialogue okay. Also, Anon, if you resonate with reader in anyway, then I will be Usopp and tell you that there is a place in this world for you, weather you have already found it, or are still finding it. Oh yeah, also, lets just say for this, Kaya and Usopp never had romantic feelings for each other.

Thank you so much, @inkperfect for your feedback/proofread!

I am using () as a placeholder for the reader’s name.

CW: None, really. Implied identity/gender dysphoria/thoughts of not fitting in, being uncomfortable within your own skin.

Sometimes...it was too much. Although the salty ocean breeze carried the promise of adventure, the freedom of piracy, the start of a new life, it also seemed to give a voice to the constant unease () felt when left alone with their thoughts. The stiffling murmurs of the relentless battle between their body and mind would take breaks, sometimes participating in moments of quiet, only to spring back into ambush in moments like these. The Strawhats, of course, had welcomed () with open arms immediatly, hence why Luffy had so warmly invited them to join his crew, however they could never get over the fact that there seemed to be one key differnce seperating them from the rest of the crew. Luffy was the man with his heart set on becoming King of the Pirates. Zoro, driven to become the greatest swordsman to ever live. Charming Nami, wanted to draw a map of the world. Whimsical Usopp, strove to become a warrior of the sea. Gentlman Sanji dreamed of finding the all Blue. So what did () want? Beyond that, or perhaps closer, how could they know what they want if they didnt even know who they were? At the moment, the only thing they wanted was to finally feel okay with who they were. To feel good in their own skin for once. Maybe that amounted to nothing besides the ambitions of the other Strawhats. Maybe that was a battle () would have to fight alone. They didn’t belong on this crew of dreamers, with their heads held in the direction of the next adventure. How could Luffy have accepted stranger into his crew? As far as () was concerned, they were a stranger to everyone aboard the Going Merry. Luffy. Zoro. Nami. Sanji. Usopp. () themself. A sharp pang shattered their thoughts, as something hit one of Sanji’s  pans hanging from the wall, an exclamatory voice cracking ()’s spiral.

“Another perfect shot from the Great Captin Uso- OH, shi-shoot. Hi.” Usopp had jogged down the stairs into the galley before noticing ().

“My bad. I didn’t think anyone was down here.” Usopp rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, before walking over to take a seat near (). A small smile escaped ()’s  lips at the sharpshooter’s antics.

“No worries.” Maybe some company would be good right now anyway. () gaze fell on Usopp’s  slingshot, which had been placed on the table as he sat down close to them. “Where’d  you learn to shoot like that anyway?”

The Sniper perked up from his hunched position dropping popcorn kernals into his pocket. “Huh? Oh. I guess....I guess you could say its in my blood.” He broke out into a grin, as he hopped up to stand on his chair, snagging his slingshot, and weilding it dramaticly. “My dad is the legendary Sniper....Yasopp of Great,” he proclaimed, his trusty weapon aimed at an imaginary foe. “Braving the treacherous waters of the Grandline, chasing adventure. A warrior of the sea.” The energized marksman jumped back off the chair, sitting back down. “I wanna be like him someday. Brave, I mean.”

() nodded, thinking about it. If there was one thing they were good at, it was being disappearing when they wanted to. They had been able to glean quite a bit of information about the crew this way. Just by listening silently, gathering scraps of concersations, an over the shoulder glimse of a journal or a map here or there. They knew Usopp wanted to take inspiration from Yassop, but also make a name fr himself. How amazing was that? How amazing would that BE? To forge a path of your own. To charge at your dream at full speed? ()’s  inner turmoil surfaced again, thinking about how Usopp seemed to fit in perfectly into this family of dreamers.

“Hey, you uh....you good?” For the second time that day, Usopp broke their thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah...yeah. I’m good.” They could tell he didn’t beleive them, quirking an eyebrow.

“Ya know its pretty hard to fool me right? I mean.....I once saw through the blatant lies of the vicious Captain Kuro, grasping victory out of his sterling claws because of my immaculate perception.” The sharpshooters words tugged a small smile from (), which he returned. Maybe telling SOMEONE wouldnt hurt. But maybe it wasnt a good idea.

“Usopp.......”

“Yeah?”

“I - nevermind...”

He scooted his chair closer, craning his neck to see ()s face better.

“How long did it take you? To feel...okay. Here, I mean. In the crew. To find a place with everyone?”

“Not long at all.”

“Oh.....” Again, the marksman could tell something was off. He hesitated before extending a gentle hand to ()’s  shoulder.

“Hey. It takes time, okay? All of us felt out of place until we found a place to belong....however stupid that sounds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Usopp removed his hand from their shoulder, leaning back in his chair a bit. His hands once again found his slingshot, rubbing the base with his thumb. “I mean.....I was a nobody. I was a liar. Ya know? After my mom, I.... think Kaya was the only to really kinda see who I was. The village saw me as a liar. Klahadore or, Kuro, whatever....saw me as a liar. Heck even I knew I WAS a liar. Then Luffy showed up and he saw me in a different way. Then I got to come here and fight all these bad guys and go on all these adventures....” again, he lifted his slingshot, lining up his shot before launching a popcorn kernal into the inside of another hanging pan. “And I got to meet you,” he said, nudging () gently with a small grin. “And maybe I’m not a...Great Captain. Or a Warrior of the Sea.....yet. But my point is, I found my place here. And I didn’t do it alone either.” If Usopp rarely missed a shot, now was no exception. The sharp shooter’s words had hit their mark exactly. Usopp still often embellised the truth, but a lie wouldn’t dare to come near a subject like this. () moved closer, resting their head on his shoulder, grateful. They felt the weight of Usopp’s head land gently a top their own after a moment. “I’ll help you figure it out. We all will. Kay?” () nodded, enjoying the gentle silence that followed. Whatever worries they had been having earlier that day seemed to wash farther and farther away with the churning waves. Maybe Usopp was right. Maybe they COULD find their place with this crew. With this family. And all those doubts would be punched away, cut in half..left behind. The voices tormenting them could be shot down, and kicked away. () shifted a little closer to Usopp, knowing that his promise was far from a stretched truth. For the first time in a LONG time, they felt safe. Safe, and ready not to fight themself, but to fight FOR themself, with the help of the Strawhats, and especially, Usopp.

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「 ✟ 」   ⋮   ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ .   ⋮  ━━   Grabs   poor   Sammy's   typewriter   and   repeatedly   SLAMS   his   fingers   against   a   key.   

Is   that   the   F   key   ?   Yes.   

[pathofthedemon]

@inkperfection

            ✒ .。.:*・°⛧ ——‘ Gee, I don't know about that Wally.               THOSE words aren't allowed in the studio sooooo ------ ‘

         Is he calling Wally A BITCH without actually saying the word ? That's actually one of the only smart things he's done. Or is it ?

[falsechrist]

WHAT  TAROT  CARD  ARE  YOU?

YOU   GOT       :       DEATH.       You can be a bit intense and find yourself drawn to dark and mysterious things. You’ve been through a lot and have probably seen your fair share of endings, but probably cope with it through humor. On top of that, you are surprisingly easygoing — you’re open to change, try not to let past baggage weigh you down, and seek out new experiences.

TAGGED  BY:   @walridiing I STOLE IT  TAGGING:  UUUHHHH @chosemercy @inkperfection @showbizbendy @lunarhexed AND ANYONE ELSE !!

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luv ya

Zucc-senpai………………………………..

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Hi,   my   name   is   Stella   and   my   main   Boris   is   @inkperfection   aka   Mark   fucking   Zuckerberg.

Oh,   and   we   can’t   forget   my   good   friend   @clownroom​   aka   Elon   fucking   Musk.

[falsechrist]

✞ ━ ━ ❛  VERSE: 002┇ROARING 20S. ❞   / @inkperfection

this verse is with me and inkperfection taking place in the 1920s during the raise of animations in the Americas. Blake Langermann is an Investigative reporter owning an Lecia 35mm Camera ( circa 1924 ; developed by Oskar Barnack ) in order to record and collect images from his surroundings that aid in his investigations.  

Blake hears of some strange happenings going on at one Joey Drew’s studio and decides to investigate as requested by an anonymous tip left for him, upon Arriving he and his wife, Lynn Langermann, stumble upon satanic happenings at joey drews -- obviously this all needs to be exposed and thus he must go on farther, being it is his job to investigate everything happening 

1: this takes place before MURKOFF’S Temple Gate experiments, at this time they are developing technology and are awaiting a green light to test it in several locations. 

2: Blake and Lynn both survive what ever goes on within joey drew’s. 

3: blake’s camera was given to him by the firm he works for, though it is not company property. 

4: blake is an investigative reporter for a high profile paper. 

5: before this, blake has never seen actual cult stuff, and did not expect to see any. 

6:he never publishes this story as he still wants to find out more on it, which leads him to murkoff and temple gate. 

i have to change up some cannon to fit this verse, which is fine, and gives blake a purpose other then someone dying in the middle of the Arizona dessert. 

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[ ✟ ]     A   SIGH.   Gee...   Boris   was   pretty   optimistic   about   this   whole   grand   project   as   well.   The   wolf's   innocence   was   NOT   something   that   the   little   demon   could   fault   him   for.   Everyone   seemed   just   so   joyous   about   Bendyland.   Such   an   ambitious   project   it   was   to   open   up   an   entire   THEME   PARK   in   his   name.   Certainly,   no   one   had   EVER   even   dreamed   of   such   a   marvelous   concept   !   Yet   dreams   came   true   and   the   park   was   built.   Everyone   was   happy...   shouldn't   HE   have   been   happy   ?

He   looks   down;   messy   CARNIVAL   ATTIRE   upon   his   petite,   inky   body.   Was   this   his   fate   ?   To   be   nothing   more   than   Joey's   mere   carnival   grunt   keeping   the   stalls   running...   or   WORSE   ?   Certainly   Allison   and   Boris   couldn't   be  HAPPY   either.

                ❛   ...How's   Joey   treatin'   ya   ?   What   do   ya   think   of   all   this...   BENDYLAND   jazz   ?    ❜