#boin boin

[lewddumbie]

"Hey mister, did you forget to cum today..?

Just come between these and... Relieve yourself for mommy"~

[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?

[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.

[alastor-125]

Julia

[tougedorii01]

[lunarinvestor]

[lusitanosgifs2]

Sexy Julia

[boin-de-bindery]

My Immortal by XXXbloodyrists666XXX (Tara Gilesbie)

Being a hobbyist bookbinder gives you a lot of power in curating what populates your bookshelf. Sometimes I use that power wisely, like saving my fiancé €50 by handbinding their PhD thesis (not shared, since it's labelled with their name).

Other times, I give iconic works of fiction the Penguins Classics Clothbound treatment they don't deserve—only true goffs will understand. (AN: f@#% off prepz!)

It's an early Christmas gag gift, which I'm considering pairing with a transcript/mock screenplay of The Room.

A5 case binding on white printer paper

Faux velour bookcloth + endpapers

HTV cover titling and motifs

Handsewn headbands

Gouache painted edges

Inspired by this incredible work of art, which was one of the posts that lured me into bookbinding in the first place. You can see samples of the wonderful typesetting in that post.

I used this resource to generate the HTV cover elements, which made things so much quicker and more precise than doing it from scratch. The temptation to use the generator for EVERYTHING I make from here on out will be hard to resist.

That said, I have about... four?? ongoing binding projects, all with unique covers. There's no danger of Enoby becoming Just Like Other Girls yet 🧛‍♀️

[lewddumbie]

"Bigger!

The doctors never let me pump up this big!

MFFHMMM! BIGGGGEEER MUCH BIGGER!~"

[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.

[alastor-125]

Julia

[redriotinggg]

CW for food, eating habits, and eating disorder (?)

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thinking about usopp having a really weird relationship with food when he returns to the crew after boin.

he digs into the meals sanji prepares with the same enthusiasm he always has, but the chef notices the sniper is much more careful in how much he consumes. quietly, sanji watches for weeks as usopp eats just enough to fill himself. before sabaody, usopp would gorge himself on food, drink, and dessert until he physically couldn’t eat any more. he’d fight luffy tooth and nail for every bite. now, sanji sees usopp eat no more than one and half servings of a meal before pushing his remnants luffy’s way. he watches as usopp, who used to be as much as a meat enthusiast as luffy, piles his plate with more vegetables than protein or carbs. usopp, who sanji knew to love cake and ice cream, now limits himself to one slice or a single, small bowl.

so sanji adapts. he experiments with the quantity of food he gives the sniper until he gets it just right. he doesn’t say anything about it to him—eating and food habits are personal, after all. as long as he’s eating, it’s fine.

usopp tells him what changed of his own accord, one night when he’s on watch and sanji comes to deliver a midnight snack.

“i’m sorry for not eating as much of your food, lately,” usopp says, sipping on the tea sanji had brought.

“i overindulged on boin,” he explains. “the whole island was made up of some of the most delicious food i’d ever had. it was a trap, of course. so the island could lure fattened prey into its belly. but i fell for it at the beginning. just gorged myself on anything i could get my hands on. the stuff that grew on boin was addictive. i never went hungry. but…

“i lost myself to the island in a lot of ways. the worst was when i lost myself to the food. every time, i knew i should stop but i just couldn’t. it’s like my mind and body weren’t my own. it was terrible.

“i got big. i didn’t hate my body or anything, i just hated that it felt as if i didn’t have control of it anymore. that i didn’t have control of myself. it’s a terrifying thought at any time, but being alone and knowing that luffy and the rest of you were waiting for me, and waiting for me to come back stronger while i could barely get a handle on my own eating habits scared me more than anything. how could i be useful to the crew when i couldn’t control my own appetite? it was so, so hard. i had to be more disciplined than i ever have been.

“and now i’m back here and your food scares me ‘cause it’s better than anything i had on boin or anywhere else. i’m scared that one day i’ll lose control again, so i’ve been super careful. i’m sorry if i’ve hurt your feelings or anything. it just… hasn’t been easy.”

the two sit in silence for a while as they both reflect on usopp’s words. eventually, sanji speaks up, his visible eye meeting both of usopp’s. he rests his hand atop usopp’s, curling his fingers around the digits.

“thank you for telling me. as humans, our relationship with food can get really weird, at times. sometimes for a long time or even forever. but i’m glad that you’re eating despite what happened. and i promise that everything will be okay. you won’t lose control of yourself again. and if you do, i’m here to help. all of us are. but from now on, when you eat you don’t need to think, okay? just let me feed you and enjoy. i’ll take care of the rest.”

usopp looks at sanji, eyes wide with numerous emotions flickering across his face. he’d almost forgotten this in his two years away. how it feels to be cared for by someone who wants the best for you. to be seen so fully by someone who will do anything to keep you happy and safe. tension falls from his shoulders. the burden he has been carrying upon them has been relieved.

“okay,” usopp says with a tremble in his voice. he sniffles and blinks back tears. he leans his head on sanji’s shoulder and returns the grip on his hand. “thank you.”

sanji’s reply is silent as he rests his head atop usopp’s. anytime.

[plentifulpronstar]

Julia Boin

[lunarinvestor]

[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.

[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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