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[lynxnickromancer]

ボインボイン{BOIN BOIN} Coffee and Latte, late to the party. But then again...its never too late for Bunny Girls, right?

[alastor-125]

Julia

[boinday]

A body in the water. A howl in the mist. A community secret. A God waking up. Sybil Kane, a London nurse, is dispatched to the isolated island of Calda off the Irish coast, to care for the grandfather she's never met. She's not built for the task; timid, quiet, and self-sacrificial, her journey across the sea dredges up past horrors she thought were long drowned. In the wake of the Irish Civil War and Free State, she feels like a foreigner on her own soil. The islanders are quick to embrace her – but they have plans for Sybil, plans they don't share out in the open. With only a revolutionary soldier and the local shipwright as allies, Sybil tries to persuade her newfound community to see sense and evacuate their elderly population to the mainland. But their roots are planted deep, and Sybil feels those tendrils growing around her... The longer she stays, the more she belongs. The closer she draws to the grotesque secret they keep hidden at the church...

Very excited to reveal the first teaser image of my novel, The Water Dog! It's been a long time in the making and is probably the most deeply personal story I'll ever tell. A mix of folk-horror and supernatural romance, I think people who've enjoyed my previous stories will be a bit surprised (in a good way I hope!) by this more intense literary experience.

I'll be releasing more updates soon, but this is the reason RTR has been on such a long hiatus. I've been writing like a demon all year to get this finished and edited to a professional standard. I can't wait to show you all more.

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Sexy Julia

[lawnjury]

[boin-de-bindery]

even if this love disappears from the world tonight by @slagpoet

A bind of a long-time favourite fic of mine - thanks so much slagpoet to agreeing to the bind! It's a beautiful, poignant read that I can't recommend enough. I was so delighted to send you a copy!

This is my first ever A6 binding, and I went Nagireo-core with the design and colour choices. The HTV layering was challenging and so the end result for both copies is a lil wonky, but I love how they mirror one another.

Wisteria are a motif in this fic, so these flowers feature on the cover as well as the typeset. Another motif is the sky and space, which I leaned into with the back cover and end papers.

An easter egg for Blue Lock nerds: the purple HTV vinyl used here is actually a chameleon variety that looks green from certain angles! Which is PERFECT because 1) purple babygirl Reo has a chameleon copycat ability in canon and 2) Nagi's often depicted with a green aura.

The typeset is one of my favourites to date - purple and grey throughout, but for each chapter the wisteria flowers fade as Nagi confronts his demons. Never disappearing, but not as dominant as they started out 🤍💜

Technical details:

A6 casebinding with linen bookcloth (purple/beige).

140 pages (6 signatures) on A4 white printer paper. The Nagi volume has purple stitching; the Reo one off-white.

Pre-printed cardstock endpapers (space themed).

Endbands are scraps of the alternating book cloth wrapped around cord and glued on.

Three different colours of heat transfer vinyl applied in layers. This was challenging, as applying heat to the overlaying elements warped some of the underlying ones. Adhesive vinyl maaaay have been a safer bet... but I had a vision and didn't want to compromise. 🥲

[kamprettttt0]

[camels-pen]

Hgggggh fic between arcs post timeskip, possibly on the way to Punk Hazard

warning: Usopp having issues related to abundance of food (too much food), self blame

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The crew was running low on food.

Most of the others had their fair share of worries and thinking of their own solutions and Usopp was no different.

Until he was.

The initial announcement- of needing to cut back on snacks, to up the hours and people fishing- it filled Usopp with utter relief.

And the very next moment, a horrible horrible guilt.

He started to question his own intentions, actions.

Had he really tried his best to lure and catch fish? Why did he still agree to sneaking late night snacks with Luffy and Chopper, all those times before? Why did he bother when he hardly ate their pilfered food anyway?

And on and on and on.

Usopp had a feeling the others would try to say it wasn't cut and dry. That there was no easy blame to give, and no point in trying to find it. That maybe he should go easier on himself- or harsher, depending on who he asked. But even trusted voices like these- ones that were so much stronger now than during his time away- were no match for this particular failure. And yet, even though he'd admitted it to himself- that yes, it was a failure and definitely up there as one of his worst- it didn't mean he knew what to do about it.

The brave thing would be to fess up and figure things out with the crew, with Chopper. The cowardly thing- what he actually did- was fall back on old habits, lying and pretending and hoping they didn't see how he was dragging them down, literally killing them the longer he was there.

Workable solutions were hard to come up with, but he did his best to fix things without admitting anything in the meantime. Like making excuses for fishing duty, refusing late night poking in the fridge, that kind of thing. It wasn't exactly hard or suspicious thanks to their current dilemma. Usopp had been trying to fish for most of the days leading up to his excuses, asking for a break didn't seem so unreasonable. And they were already low on food so of course he'd avoid sneaking any more.

He never did come up with something workable, but still they survived until they docked again, ready to restock.

And they restock they did.

Sanji was antsy for a long while about the food getting low- and for some time before his announcement too- and Nami didn't want a repeat either, so she gave him extra shopping money. A good chunk of the purchases were things that would last ages and could be packed in the back of the pantry. Now, Sanji hummed a happy tune, a pep in his step as he put things away.

They'd all noticed how stressed Sanji was when the food started dwindling and the fish weren't biting. Usopp had heard him once, in the galley, tearing up paper and grumbling to himself. Muttering things about how he wasn't on some rock anymore, wasn't a little kid anymore, and he needed to keep it together. How the crew needed him to keep it together.

So Usopp should've been happy, seeing Sanji like that. Seeing him too preoccupied with his task to tone down his smile or the chipper in his voice. To notice he'd forgotten to fix his mussed up hair from countless nights of pulling and tugging at it. To drop the aloof, cool guy persona for a single moment in time, piecing himself back together bit by bit with every ingredient he put away.

Usopp should've been happy.

Instead, he was afraid.

Because with every piece Sanji built himself with, a piece was torn from Usopp's own body in turn, bloody and screaming.

Usopp wasn't afraid of Sanji. Wasn't afraid for him either.

He was afraid of the abundance.

The last time they'd stocked up this much, they were headed to Fishman Island and threw a reunion feast as soon as they could. He was overwhelmed with the euphoria and sense of rightness that filled him up, seeing his friends again. He didn't have the space to spare even the slightest thought to what hid behind the galley door.

And every meal since, Usopp had found comfort in watching Luffy scarf down most of the table himself. Almost like he was eating the danger away. And seeing Luffy do it, well, it helped Usopp finish his own plate. It felt odd- like he was using his captain as a poison tester- but knowing, logically, there was no danger to speak of, it didn't bother him. A rarity, considering the way his mind seemed to constantly twist in on itself.

But while Sanji put away the last of the groceries and Luffy asked for an early lunch, requesting something with meat- while the rest of the crew was lounging on deck, chiming in with their own requests- Usopp could only feel a growing indescribable dread. One framed by vines, ramen rivers, and cake flowers.

The others cheered, startling him. Lunch would be done soon and everyone was headed for the galley.

"Aren't you coming?"

Sandalled feet were in front of him.

The dread surged.

He needed to finish his drawing, he said.

He was making good progress, he pleaded.

He just needed a little more time, he begged.

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence. It dragged on long enough Usopp was sure he would drown under the mounting feeling suffocating his-

"You should eat when you're hungry."

A sharp inhale through a long nose. A pair of large, wobbling lips.

A moment's pause. Then the hat shading his eyes was replaced with another. Tattered, worn, and straw.

There was not another word before those sandals were slapping their way into the galley, the heavy door following behind.

It closed with a thorny snap.

Usopp's sketch pad was pressed to his chest. He scrambled to pull at frayed edges, trying desperately to block the blinding sun with his mangled grip.

His sketch pad fell to his lap.

The page was blank.

Usopp stifled a sob.

[lewddumbie]

You’ve accidentally clicked on a weird link…

Now you suddenly have tits!

A weird sensation overwhelms you, the link looks so shiny *click*

Your keyboard shoves up against your monitors, it couldn’t hold back against the tide of your tit flesh.

Even though you can’t see your screen, you just need to click again… Your brain wants it!

[alastor-125]

Julia

[boinday]

Sybil had noticed a pattern in the complaints being brought to her. Chronic conditions, innocuous at a glance but insidious in their persistence. She suspected these ailments endured in no small part due to the bias against traveling for treatment. It was strange to her that Flaherty did not do more to encourage his patients to go. Kennedy's black eyes narrowed in further displeasure. He thumbed his moustache, thoughtful. “...You're doing well, actually,” he said after a moment. “The fact that they're confiding in you at all, after such a short time... It's a testament to your character.” Sybil hesitated, suspicious of the compliment. “But?” A slight smirk snuck onto his lips. “But you're too generous with them. I've been watching. You're very quick to offer local solutions when you could insist harder upon the mainland.” “I won't withhold treatment to strong-arm them,” she cautioned. “At this rate you'll run out of medical supplies before we can ship them off.” “You told me to be a nurse. That's what I am.” “Plainly,” Kennedy exhaled a smile, and Sybil suddenly wondered if it was displeasure she'd read in his eyes at all. “I can't deny I admire your work ethic.” Her heart sped up a little, to her own dismay. What a silly thing to get excited about.

Decided to make a new character poster for Sybil. I was very inspired by this piece I saw years ago by @noisyghost (and it's lived rent free in my head ever since)- since Sybil's arc is about drowning, in more ways than one.

[bigfrozenfan]

Unshaming my indigenous heritage | Mari Boine

Mari Boine grew up in a Sámi family in the North of Norway, where she was taught to be ashamed of her heritage and the close relation to nature. Growing up she found the opposite to be true, and turned the realisation into a life long musical career. Mari is a singer, musician and songwriter from Sápmi, Norway. Her music is infused with Sami roots (joik) in combination with jazz, rock and electronic sounds. Mari Boine has been one of the most outspoken and important representatives of the Sámi culture. As an artist and activist, she has worked tirelessly for the recognition and preservation of the indigenous Sámi culture and for the protection of Mother Earth among other causes. This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community.

[boin-de-bindery]

High in the Tower: A Kunigiri Fantasy Zine

Another zine bind! This one's quite similar in spec to my last binding, so I'll keep the yapping short.

You can check out the digital version of the zine here.

A5 casebinding with linen book cloth and metallic pink HTV cover decal.

Homemade dust jacket.

Marbled endpapers by me.

Handsewn headbands.

Printed on 140gsm recycled cartridge paper.

[wesleysniperking]

Botanist Usopp (Heracles did it right!)

You know what amazes me? Despite everyone missing Usopp's pre-timeskip arsenal and ammo, and the pop greens’ polarizing reception, I read that real-life snipers need to be skilled botanists. Why? Because they wear ghillie suits and must study their environment, including the terrain and types of bugs, as they often remain in one position for extended periods.

Sure, being a sniper in One Piece isn't always depicted like in the real world, but Oda is intentional in his details. Snipers must understand botany, bugs, and their surroundings to find the best hiding spots and remain undetected. The Boin Archipelago was the perfect place for Usopp to hone these skills. I don't get why people claim the other Straw Hats had cooler training grounds and then slander Usopp.

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Credit: Mark Y on Quora

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Sei chiuso nella tua gioia, com'io nel mio dolore.

Giovanni Boine, da "Frantumi", 1918 (raccolta postuma)

[camels-pen]

fic(?) idea: Usopp gets immense anxiety from anything covering his eyes during and after Boin. like, in terms of survival, he Neeeds his fucking eyes to be clear so he can snipe shit. So when his hair was growing out maybe something happened, or something almost happened, and just. scared the shit out of him to the point he couldn't handle that any more. Even a strand of hair over his eye worries the hell out of him.

and like, he gets back to his crew and for a while things are fine, but then something happens in a fight- not an injury, but an enemy gets too close and they're a little too strong with a sword and suddenly, Usopp can't see. Not because the person cut his eyes, but because the person cut his hair. and beyond how he'd grown to enjoy having hair this long, he could tell, almost in an instant, that it was cut to the exact length that almost got him killed on Boin.

The difference now is that Usopp has Haki to aid him.

So he takes out the guy, does his best to push down the growing panic, and watch out for his friends. Then when the fight's done, he keeps trying to offer help, to find something to keep his mind off his hair, to trying and force himself to be normal but it isn't working. his friends are getting concerned and his hair is still all over the place and he's been using Haki nonstop to cover his peripherals and-

and brook rests a hand on his shoulder and quietly offers his aid. Usopp's bites his lip as tears trail down his cheeks. he nods and the two of them head for the bath. (the crew, brook included, doesn't know the extent of Usopp's hurting, but they will eventually)