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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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Los Angeles, the City of Angels, is renowned for its creative spirit, diversity, and vibrant arts scene. In this sprawling metropolis, self-expression takes many forms, but one of the most enduring is the art of tattooing. Whether you call LA home or pass through, the quest for the perfect tattoo artist near you is paramou...
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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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⛧ ˗ˏˋ @inkperfection. ˎˊ˗ ⛧
「 ✟ 」 ⋮ DARLING . ⋮ ━━ Grabs poor Sammy's typewriter and repeatedly SLAMS his fingers against a key.
Is that the F key ? Yes.
#inkperfection#✟ · IC * . ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉᶰ ᵒᶰᵉ / ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤˢ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈˑ#✟ · CRACK. * . ᴱˣᵖᵉʳᶤᵉᶰᶜᵉ ���ʰᵉ / ʷʳᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᴳᴼᴰᵎ#✟ · BORIS. * . ᴵ'ˡˡ ᴺᴱᵛᴱᴿ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ / ᴵ'ˡˡ ᴺᴱᵛᴱᴿ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵎ#// HHSKDLFJSDF
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✒ .。.:*・°⛧ ——‘ 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 ?
#inkperfection#⛧ ▌┆ ᵞᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴱᵡᴾᴱᴿᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴿᴬᵀᴴ ᴼᶠ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴰ ┆ CRACK ⛧#⛧ ▌┆ ᵞᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳ ˢᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳʰʸᵗʰᵐ ᵈᵃʸˢ ┆ BENDY ⛧#[ SKLDKJFSDKLJGDH ]
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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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"drew, we need t' talk–" unusual wally would address his boss so upfront, which only emphasizes the importance. it's plain to see he's apprehensive as hell, but he's not going to let fear get the best of him, not again. "it's — it's about the /machine/, there's– well there's something... /off/ with it..." he gulps, audibly, joey isn't going to like what he says next. "...y' need to shut if off– j-jus' for a little! giv the gears a rest,"
Strange it had been indeed for Wally to approach him in such a way. He was, after all, low in Joey’s internalized hierarchy of his employees – That alone being enough to cause one of his brows to furrow in response. Complaints from his employees had never been an uncommon occurrence, and there had already been far too many about the Ink Machine itself. Most had griped about the excess ink, the sounds that it made, or the ways the pipes would burst. Trivial, minuscule things that Joey had simply waved a hand to and spoke his way through easily, promising cheap solutions and change that would surely come far too late.
But never had any of the employees phrased an issue with it like this. Never with so many nerves, even from those who had little confidence to speak to their boss about anything to go amiss. Something had been wrong, and that fact alone had left Drew feeling his own wave of concern and apprehension, the gears running wild with possibilities. His face, however, would fail to express that; It only offering something more stern, more composed – Far, far too composed despite what he’d felt internally. A puff of smoke draws from the corner of his mouth as a hand raises and pries his cigarette from his lips to speak.
“ What do you mean off? ”
A beat passes before he speaks again, his eyes briefly wandering towards the general direction that would lead him Ink Machine room.
“ Didn’t mess anything up while cleaning it, did you? I paid good money for it, you know. ”
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luv ya
Zucc-senpai………………………………..
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let boris say fuck
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❛ Excuse me ? Boris is a GOOD BOY who would never ever say the devil’s words ! ❜
#murkofftowers#✟ · IC * . ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉᶰ ᵒᶰᵉ / ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤˢ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈˑ#✟ · ASK * . ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᶰᵒʷ / ᵒʳ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᵐᶤˢᵉᵎ#inkperfection
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✒ 。・:*:・゚⛧ │ Starrin in @inkperfection‘s show ! Cont. from [ X ] ! │⛧
The studio seemed ------ quieter nowadays. No, there was no SEEM in that statement. The studio was quieter like when the sky would turn dark & when Daddy used to tuck him into bed. Yet in that silence was solitude ------ peace & a sense that EVERYTHING would be okay. This soundlessness ------ it was unnerving.
Why was he so scared ? Maybe it was because big sister disappeared. Maybe it was because Daddy disappeared. Maybe it was because the pipes kept BURSTING & BURSTING; leaving them stuck in one of the lower levels again. But ------ there was ------- there was nothing to be afraid of, right ? After all, Mister Wally was here !
✧・゚: * ★ —— ‘ U-Um ------ ! ’
Gosh, even his voice was still quivering just a small bit. Still, he fakes a cough to try to HIDE IT as he looks up at the man.
✧・゚: * ★ —— ‘ ------ W-When do you think ' the end ' will be, Mister Wally ? ’
Not that he particularly WANTS to go ‘ home ‘ with Mister Joey but anywhere was better than being trapped.
#inkperfection#⛧ ▌┆ ᴬᶰ ᵃᵇᵃᶰᵈᵒᶰᵉᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶰᵏ ┆ RILEY ⛧#⛧ ▌┆ V. ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁽ᶰᵒᵗ⁾ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶤᶜ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᶤᵉˢ ⛧#⛧ ▌┆ ᵀʰᶤʳᵗʸ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗᵒ ʳᶤˢᵉ ┆ QUEUE ⛧
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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.
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✞ ━ ━ ❛ 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.
#✞ ━ ━ ❛ VERSE: 002┇ROARING 20S. ❞#✞ ━ ━ ❛ OUT┇HE HAS HIS GOODNESS NOW. ❞#shrug emoji thats all i have so far
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@inkperfection The real MVPs of the studio.
#✟ · OOC * . ᵞᵒᵘ ᵖᵃᶤᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ / ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵖˡᵃʸ ᵐʸ ᵐᵉˡᵒᵈᶤᵉˢᵎ#inkperfection#✟ · SAVE. * . ᴾᵘᵗ ᵘᵖᵒᶰ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵈᵉˢᵗᵃˡ / ᵀᵒ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᵒᵈˢᵎ
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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 ? ❜
#inkperfection#✟ · PARK. * . ᴴᴱᴸᴸ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ / ᴹᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉᵎ#✟ · IC * . ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉᶰ ᵒᶰᵉ / ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤˢ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈˑ
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❛ It's been TWENTY MINUTES and not a word from Drew. Can we get OUTTA HERE now ? ❜
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Boris’s words had far from dismantled Joey’s composure; But the few thrown at him are enough to make him briefly pause. His brows pinch together in consideration of the statement, sensing the clear snark in his tone. Boris was usually on the more obedient side of things when it came to his Creations -- And while this hadn’t been disobedient per se, Joey hadn’t been used to this either. It’s something he keeps in mind, at least. For future reference.
But surely it’s no more than a clear flash of his growing impatience, Joey figures. Nothing he can’t take in stride with a shake of his head. If Boris had been dealing with Bendy’s shenanigans after all--A statement that he can’t necessarily doubt--Then he had no idea of it.
“ Well, ” There’s a laugh. “ I imagine this place would be in shambles if you weren’t. Doing a fine job of it, I’m sure. But-- ” The hand on his shoulder squeezes, pressing against the ink. “ --Where’s the harm in giving you a li’l reward for your hard work? Think of it like a paycheck! ”
#dont trust joey if he says it's a paycheck he's Cheap and will buy boris 0.01 worth of food#inkperfection
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