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shynetyme06 · 13 days ago
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P. Paperjam—
This one is gonna be long but I can tell you know exactly what you've signed up for
First impression: I thought he was an annoying baby because of reasons you can probably guess. I mostly tolerated his presence in the videos I watched because I really liked errorink when I first joined the fandom, so he was just "kid that was there sometimes"
Impression now: HE IS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fr my favorite character of all time✨ Back when I was exclusively looking at utmv content on youtube, I came across this video, and it was my first ever look at pj not being that annoying baby, which dominoed into me trying to find more about this jerk of a character, because omg this is what's actually canon?? which led me here :3 genuinely obsessed with their story, and by now my opinion of errorink literally traded with them lmao. Those dad guys are cool but they're always in the background of the true star forreal
Favorite moment: this
Idea for a story: I have way too many of these........ But I've been seeing ppl be more broad with this answer so I will too: I like when people acknowledge how garbage she's doing mentally. She didn't just spawn and start acting like an asshole to everyone, a hard childhood shaped who she is now and so the bitterness just makes sense (people tend to forget/not know/acknowledge that she was actually shown to be a pretty chill, soft spoken kid. years of neglect is what pushed her to leave) This next part isn't like, a rule for anyone lmao. but this question is for my idea and what my idea is, is that most if not every single one of my pj variants have got parental issues (even if a lot smaller in some cases) because said issues are a staple for this guy atp (to meeee)
Unpopular opinion: I think the pj and fresh dynamic can be fun without shipping or the uncle fresh interpretation. They're both grown and get into shenanigans (also I think it's funny if pj initially just hung around the guy because he's literally walking error repellent, and since fresh is unable to posses pj the strategy just kinda became "hmm having a friend makes me look more normal, I can live with this")
Favorite relationship: omnipj forever and always 💜🩷I used to go through their ship tag like every day when I discovered them I swear, they are genuinely the cutest thing ever to me. They used to be my true otp, (fr never seriously considered shipping either of them with another person) but thenn I met a certain someone and got converted lmao. Now I've got 2 worlds featuring the ship of pj x lux (including a shared au with the aforementioned someone, hi tobi💜) And no matter if it's just one of them or both, I love seeing the softer side of pj's personality that had been buried for so long resurfacing again around the people she loves <33333 And part 2 of this answer because nearly every dynamic with pj intrigues me like crazy: ink man. that freaking guyyYYYYYY THEY MAKE ME SAD. going back to an earlier point, pj didn't just come out hating them. they tried and tried and tried to have a relationship, and we know how that ended. My interpretations of them rarely get to the point of pj running away and being forgotten, but there's always this.. disconnect, yknow? (I am a huge fan of good dad ink guys I just tend to douse their relationship with pj in a little flame before they get to the healing part🙏) (And bonus since we're on the topic of parents, the fact that pj still wanted to on some level appeal to even error after the things he's done to them is absolutely tragic, and all this put together really adds to my reading of pj as a character being one who believes in the idea of having to work to deserve to be respected/cared for) Uhhh part 3 I promise this one is shorter: Palette and pj are the siblings ever to me. I really like sibling dynamics that are adult/teen + kid, (ik palette is canonically an adult now just let me have this) plus they're opposites in a ton more ways and play off of each other really well. I believe that pj was not happy in the slightest about being an older sibling to him in the beginning, but they always grow to love each other <3
Favorite headcanon: I don't think I have a favorite tbh, but here's one that applies to every pj I've written so far: they are farsighted, but refuse to get/wear glasses all the time because "it's not that bad"
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hearthandheathenry · 8 months ago
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so I’m not sure if this is a sort of ask you’d be able to help with.
I’m very much a believer in mundane before magic. Things like do I have a headache from the lights or is the energy bad in a room? yknow
Anyway- in my head I know it’s silly, and that it’s just my hormones from being on my period- but a part of me thinks that’s it a bit of an interesting coincidence that the peak of my period was on the solar eclipse. This month I’m a few weeks off than regular and it sucked wayyy worse than usual. I was running hot all day and the eclipse was awesome but at night I had a bad fever. I was feeling my emotions worse than normal.
And- again here’s the part that I doubt the most/ think it’s probably just my brain making it up- I cannot for the life of me stop dreaming and daydreaming and thinking about this person I’ve not seen before. Now I’m no stranger to dabbling in more casual manifestation and attraction of friends and good opportunities. I’ve prayed to different gods or left offerings while asking for a friend or someone who could be a partner. The god I’ve been recently making offerings for and researching is a lesser known one from antiquity. Very much fertility and weather- I wonder if now my periods will just be worse since starting my worship lol.
In the back of my head I sorta wanted to do something on the eclipse anyway. It’s not a specific person, but I can’t stop thinking about this gorgeous person. It started when my period started but it’s continued after it. Again this is where I doubt the most since duh I just keep thinking about my ideal guy etc, but, I also had some weird dreams, a lot of imagery of Set from kemetism and birds and this person all jumbled together. Plus while out and about I saw a lot more Egyptian imagery and birds and romantic symbols and shit. It’s just in the very back of my head that I’m thinking maybe my past manifesting/spell work efforts are gonna pay off. Or maybe even someone is doing something and attracting an energy and I happen to be more sensitive to it. Idk just weird coincidences that have been irking me.
Sorry if this ended up being a weird ramble but I really wanted to write out how I was feeling and thought fuck it might as well send in an ask since I never really have much to say.
feel free to not respond if u don’t wanna 👍
also props to ur blog it’s very informative much luv :)
I didn't realize I received an ask, so sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience! I'm always happy to chat or give my 2 cents about anything!
First, I absolutely believe the eclipse can affect your period, so no worries there and it's not crazy or anything. Our menstrual cycles are based on the lunar calendar, every 28 days or so (some are just slightly longer or shorter, but the average is 28 days) and if the moon can affect the tides so completely, it absolutely can affect us humans who are 1 made up of a bunch of water ourselves and 2 are also energetic beings that can be sensitive to magnetic changes like any other being. There's some really cool research videos from NASA showing the magnetic fields around earth moving with the eclipse, feel free to check them out! Everything around us, especially large things with massive energy like the sun or moon, can absolutely affect our bodies! I'm not sure if you were in the path of the eclipse at all, but I'm in northern Illinois and we were at about 93% totality by me and even with that, you could absolutely feel it whether you were inside or not. My husband, child, and I all got huge bursts of energy and it was very overwhelming. My husband described it as an anxious feeling as he's not yet super in touch with his bodily feelings and energy and didn't enjoy the experience, but I could tell for me it felt very neutral but overwhelming, so I leaned into it and used to get excited and get things done. It was again though, very overwhelming, which is why a lot of people don't enjoy eclipses or claim they're chaotic energy. A huge burst of energy will always feel weird! Everyone around us and anyone who we spoke to absolutely felt the same. SO, in conclusion, absolutely could your menstrual cycle be affected.
Now, in regards to the imagery you've been experiencing and you looking into kemetism, I did a little digging myself since I'm not super familiar with kemetism and I found some pretty interesting things! I started off researching the God Set(Seth) since you mentioned him, and noticed the egyptianmuseum.org had mentionrd him being associated with eclipses, not just storms and such, but even more than that he had a long-standing tiff with the God Horus the Younger who ultimately bested him and took over his late-fathers throne. Horus the Younger was represented by a falcon and associated with healing, protection, the sun, and the sky. I'm not sure if this is the God you were making offerings to, but perhaps he is the one answering your calling and you are getting glimpses into a little about him and his journey to steer you towards recognizing who is answering you. They do say that if we focus on something we want, we begin to see it everywhere, even if we don't want to, but also many spiritual people who reach out to their Gods and Goddesses report seeing representstions and messages from them before they realize who is trying to communicate with them. So, perhaps Horus the Younger is the one trying to make contact with you. Or, if you've been manifesting a good partner for yourself, perhaps the man you've been seeing is closely tied with Horus or perhaps follows him spiritually. Or maybe he even just embodies the good characteristics of the God and your brain is choosing to represent him in this imagery. There's a lot of "what ifs" from an outside perspective, and only you will know what rings true to you and your situation. Hopefully some of my ideas and such will spark some clarity on your situation and you will figure out what messages you're receiving from the universe to continue on the path you want to lead. I definitely implore you to open your heart to the messages and synchronicities that appear to you in your life, as our guides are always walking along side us in our journey and the universe whole heartedly supports you in every decision you make. Not everything is a sign, but if it feels like it is, then it probably is. Learn to trust your gut and lead with instinct and be open to the energy around you, and just use your brain to keep you in check from becoming too far gone so that you can still be safe within your reality, instead of held back by anxiety or worry about simply being weird.
On another side note, just with the period and everything, I personally implore you to also maybe use this as a sign to learn more about your menstrual cycle if you've been working with fertility gods and your cycle was suddenly changed by the eclipse! There is so much us women aren't taught and we usually find out ourselves as adults doing research. Understanding the phases of our cycle, what's going on in our body and with our hormones, etc are all things that can lead us to better health, better periods, and a better understanding of ourselves biologically AND spiritually (you'd be amazed at how much power a woman holds thanks to her cycle). There's also so many cool unexplainable things that happen in regards to a woman's body and our ability to create! Did you know at the moment of conception when a sperm meets an egg that there's a flash of light scientists can't explain? Did you know that breastmilk is so complex and tailored to each baby and feeding that we can't reproduce it in a lab? Did you know that your energy levels directly follow your menstrual cycle and affect everything you do from weightlifting or exercise to needing to eat more or less to needing more or less sleep? Theres so much knowledge we've lost that women are now reclaiming and teaching and I love every part of it. I think every woman (and man tbh) should go on a journey of learning about their own fertility cycles and such.
Hopefully this was at least a little bit helpful for you! Best of luck on your journey!
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scrumptiousduckybasement · 1 year ago
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Insert a One shot of Angst between Bourbon and Grand. More below.
Warnings: Mentions (Not indetail) Child Abuse , Mentions of Child Neglect , Mentions of drug usage
A/N: First time posting a bit of a story to strangers so uh, yeah. Might be afew errors, I'll skim as best I can. This is also just Bourbon and Grand. My 2 ocs.
Summary: Bourbon confronts his father, causing screaming, yelling, and crying. And a cold hearted old man only further, Trying to control and manipulate his son.
Word Count: 729
The halls dimly lit as the boots clashed against the concrete. Slowly, a shorter, lithe yet strong man emerged from the shadows. Glaring down after the man who is in the cell before him. His features behind his mask slowly contorted into a sneer. His brown eyes glared down at his father. His family.
"Well well well, Looks like someone finally got their shit?"
Bourbon snapped out. Awakening the sleeping man before him. Grand, looked at him with his own pale brown eyes scanning his figure. They narrowed In recognition, brief horror in his eyes.
"Son? I thought you had died!"
Bourbon only frowned and slightly clenched his teeth.
"Son? Do you think you have the FUCKING AUDACITY, to call me your son?"
"What do you mean? I've done nothing but care for you, feed you, make you stronger-"
Bourbon's growl silenced his father. Looking back at him with more malice.
"Are.. are YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME GRAND!? THE PRISON CELL I LIVED IN WAS FUCKING WORSE THAN BEING TORTURED FOR DAYS ON END!"
Grand was taken aback by his son's sudden outburst. Not used to defiance.. to anger from him, this wasn't right to him. How could he defy him like this?
"How could you say that? I've raised you since you were a boy! I took you when your mother wanted nothing to do with you, I gave you a nice future And a bride,"
Bourbon's fists clenched more as he spoke. His words became almost like white noise fuzz in his brain. How could he say these things? How could he? Was he truly believing his lies? Of course, he would.
"SHUT UP, I'M DONE LISTENING TO YOU,"
Grand flinched again, stopping mid-speech about the care he's done for him.
"HOW DO YOU CALL FORCING ME TO BECOME A MONSTER LOVING CARE!? I WAS HELD BY FUCKING MAIDS BECAUSE SOMEONE COULDN'T EVEN HOLD HIS DAMN SON FOR PHOTOS!"
Bourbon's eyes filled with tears of anger.
"YOU ONLY FUCKING HELD ME FOR PUBLIC, EVEN THEN IF I DARED STEP OUT OF LINE ALL YOU DID WAS HURT ME, LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY FUCKING BODY GRAND!"
Bourbon outstretched his arms. He was sobbing now. The pain, the hurt That he had endured for years finally came to a bubbling point.
"You couldn't even take me to a damn parade, you know who fucking did? James, Who fucking consoled me when Dad was off doing fucking coke and hookers? James,"
Grand attempted to speak, before being silenced by Bourbon's words.
"AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO FUCKING JAMES? YOU THREW HIM AWAY! YOU SENT HIM TO FUCKING DIE IN THAT GOD DAMN BUILDING AND I KNOW IT,"
He snapped more violently. His sensitive teeth were aching.
"And you know who's been there for me? Fucking, 141, yeah, THE GUYS YOU HATE SO GOD DAMN MUCH,"
Grand sneered at his son. Before He tried to put on his façade again.
"Bourbon, can't you see? Look at what they've done to you, They have taken you away from me,"
Bourbon didn't speak yet. His fists clenching more so. His lip slightly twitched in sheer anger.
"Look at yourself, Look how you're using the lord's name in vain! You were a good Christian boy before all of this, what happened? They happened,"
Bourbon broke fully at that moment. His fists finally released, his tears dripping to the floor.
"Yknow. If I was any fucking stupider, I'd believe you, But I know fucking damn well you only believe in that so they won't suspect you,"
Grand soon realized his son wasn't under his control any longer. His own angered frown slowly appeared. He couldn't manipulate him anymore. He had seen what life was truly like, how it was supposed to be.
"The wools all burnt, and you fucking burned me with it, Mr. Grand,"
He said, turning to leave, Clutching himself as he did. The tears rolling down his cheeks only served as a burning reminder. He could hear Grand yelling for him, Demanding that he come back and face his father like a man. That, he was nothing without him. Only a monster, that a mask wouldn't always keep at bay.
Bourbon's body softly began to shake as he left. His eyes narrowed, he couldn't take it. He hated this, he hated the feeling of being a monster. Being related to him. But, there was nothing he could do.
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slurp-imagines · 5 years ago
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Usopp - Night-watch
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Words: 4,481 Content: nsfw, 2nd person, female reader, piv
The island and its inhabitants are peaceful, but its waters are certainly not.
Which is why the Strawhats, upon disembarking, had decided to leave one crew member behind to make sure the Sunny wasn’t... ravaged by sea monsters, or anything equally horrifying, while the rest of them were gone. Franky had taken this responsibility upon himself for the day, but once the local tribe had decided to hold a celebration to welcome their new pirate friends, you had suggested taking over for him.
A party was definitely more Franky’s scene than your own, and you were already exhausted from exploring the island with Luffy and the others. Ship-watch duty honestly sounded like it would be a huge relief since it meant having some time to yourself.
Franky, ever perceptive despite the loud impression he gives off, had picked up on the pleading undertones of your offer and connected the dots himself. So, after receiving numerous long-winded explanations on what to do if XYZ happened, you saw the rest of your crewmates off to the party.
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Usopp has to admit that while the celebration is a lot of fun, he’s definitely missing your presence.
Since you’ve joined the Strawhats, Usopp has always enjoyed your company. You had warmed up to Nami and Robin the most quickly, being the three women in the crew, and Luffy had easily garnered your affection (just like the rest of them); your integration with the rest of the crew went rather smoothly from there.
Usopp had done his best to give you a hand with it early on, though, since he could tell you were rather shy. He doesn’t know why no one else thought so when he mentioned it once, but this impression of you had formed pretty early on for him and still had yet to be changed. You were a bit skittish, perking up when his presence manages to catch you off guard; a bit bashful, your cheeks often sporting a pink blush even at the slightest bit of teasing. And a bit quiet, as well– oftentimes when you two were alone together, you allowed him to do most of the talking.
Even so, you and he have found a nice synergy together. While Usopp is rather outgoing, snarky, and high-strung, you are reserved, kind, and level-headed. Being around you is easy and comfortable, and feels almost like filling in one another’s gaps. 
So yes, he misses you.
But more than that, he worries about how you’re doing back on the Sunny.
He knows you enjoy your peace and quiet once in a while, and that sometimes you tend to shy away from huge crowds, but... what if you were getting bored? Or lonely? Or far worse– what if something bad does end up happening and no one is there in time to help you out? Sure, Franky showed you how to send a signal up in case things went sideways, but Usopp just can’t shake his nerves. He could offer to help you out with the night-watch, couldn’t he? It wouldn’t be weird or pushy or anything. That’s just what friends are for. It’s only an offer, anyway.
He calls your name once he’s set foot on the grassy deck of the Sunny, but doesn’t get a reply. That’s fine. Doesn’t mean it’s an emergency just yet. You were probably in the crow’s nest, and if not, then somewhere downstairs.
After checking the former location, he descends the stairs to the galley, and after finding it empty as well, he commands his nervous heart to be still before making his way to the ladies’ bedroom.
Surely you’d be there. There were no signs of a sea monster attack when he’d been on the deck earlier. You are definitely doing just fine, and he’s been worrying over nothing... Or so he tells himself, but he can’t help the anxious flutter in his chest as he hurries his steps every so slightly on his way there.
As he’s about to knock on the door, he hears your voice coming from inside the room.
“Usopp...”
He freezes, his raised fist merely inches from the wood. Because his name is immediately following by a groan– drawn out, possibly with pain, and that’s about where the train of thought ends for him. Perhaps it was a little ambiguous to his ears, but his pre-existing nerves about your being hurt in a sea monster attack stops him from questioning it before he’s turning the knob and hastily pushing the door open.
“Y/N! Are you okay?”
At the same time you scream, he thinks his heart stops.
Of course, being as experienced a fighter as you are (you weren’t a pirate for nothing), you’re pretty quick to leap to one side of the bed, out of his view, taking the sheet with you to cover yourself.
Still, despite your best efforts, he’s not dumb. He knows what he just walked in on.
That was Y/N, naked on the bed. Her legs spread, head tossed back into the pillows.
...Okay.
Okay.
There is a moment where the two of you simply stare at each other, eyes fish-bowled, and in Usopp’s case, jaw dropped.
“I... You, uh, um...” There are about a hundred different thoughts running through his head at the moment, but none of them make their way to his mouth in a coherent sentence just yet. He suddenly has the mind to look away, his eyes darting to the right to instead focus on the first piece of furniture that came into his field of vision. “Y-You called?” he finishes lamely, his heart pounding out of his chest. The shaky grin on his face probably does not measure up at all to the air of charming bravado he had attempted for that sentence to have.
When you still don’t say anything, he gulps. The tension right now is insane. He’s surprised you haven’t thrown anything at him yet, because he definitely deserves it. He just barged in on you during a private moment, and he hasn’t even left yet.
Why the hell haven’t I left yet?! His mind backtracks in a panic, a choked sound forcing its way out from the back of his throat.
But he answers his own question soon enough when he recalls that his name was on your lips moments before his entrance. There are still so many questions, but the thought of it gives himself a little twinge of confidence. After a deep breath, he tears his eyes away from the dresser and back you. Well, you’re now completely hidden by the bed, assumedly crouched somewhere behind it.
“Y/N?” He tries. “S-Sorry for barging in like that, I just... I, uh, it’s just that I heard my name, and–”
He’s interrupted by quite a miserable-sounding groan, and he actually flinches at the sound of it. But your voice, small and clearly filled with shame, follows it: “I’m so sorry.”
Well, that’s not what he expected you to say at all.
“...Sorry? Why are you sorry?”
“Because I was...! You know what I was doing!” He doesn’t have to see you to know that your cheeks are flushed, your fingers twiddling with one another in front of you. He’s seen it in so many other contexts, always thought it was charming. “And now I just ruined our friendship. So I’m sorry. You can go now.”
Hearing verbal confirmation of it sparks a fire in his belly, and he feels blood rush to his cheeks. Well, also his groin, but that can be ignored for now, because he’s got another concern. “You didn’t ruin anything, Y/N.”
You don’t reply, so he takes a few tentative steps towards the bed and sits with his back to you. “I...” Jeez. He pretty much knows how you feel about him at this point, so why is it still so hard for him to say? Feeling incredibly awkward, he runs his hands down his face, urging himself to overcome his embarrassment. “For the longest time, I... I’ve liked you. A lot. Like, more than a friend.”
He thinks he just barely hears a gasp from your side of the bed.
“So, I... I mean, if it was my name you were calling, then... I don’t want to go. If you want me to s-stay, then I’d be happy to.” He gulps, waiting for your response.
“What happens if you stay?”
Well. He really hasn’t thought that far ahead. “Whatever you want,” he blurts out, then immediately cringes at how breathless his voice was. They haven’t even done anything and she’s somehow gotten him this flustered.
He startles only slightly when he hears movement from the other side of the bed. “Y-Y/N?”
He stands when he sees you approaching in his periphery. The sheets are still wound around you but by now seem to be properly tucked, although your hands are still lightly gripping the top so as to keep it from falling. You’re looking at your feet, but shortly later, your hands wring and you seem to gather the courage to raise your head. 
Your gaze is unsteady but hopeful, flicking about but still eventually returning to lock with his. Still, despite the slight flightiness, in your eyes, Usopp finds something affirmative. 
And so he takes the two steps that close the distance between you; he fixes his hands at your waist, rubbing back and forth with one of his thumbs. As he leans in, every glance you two share seems to ask, Is this okay? and each time, even smaller changes of your expression seem to signal, Yes, keep going.
When he kisses you, it’s soft and short.
But the second is more insistent, more lasting, and each one from there is increasingly so. His hands at your waist pull in you closer until you’re flush against him, and your mouth opens for him just as easily. After a moment for breath, his tongue explores your mouth, and your hands leave the sheets to instead tangle in his hair.
His nose against the side of your face pokes at your ear, and although the giggle doesn’t make its way out of you, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. He matches it, and the kiss is briefly all teeth. “Could you close the door?” you murmur, beginning to pull away.
“No one else is on the ship,” he protests, beginning to tug you back again; you have to resist him before he can distract you with another kiss.
“That’s what I thought a few minutes ago,” you say, fixing him with a pout, “and look what happened to me.”
Usopp lets out a laugh at that, finally letting go of you to do what you asked. “Think I should lock it just in case?” He does so at your nod, then hurries back to you, carefully guiding you to lie back against the pillows on the bed. At this point, the sheet is tangled around you like a fishnet, and he doesn’t want to trip you over by mistake.
But once he’s leaned over you, nude underneath that thin white sheet, you both pause.
“W...What now?” he prompts. He doesn’t want to rush you and make you too uncomfortable, but he also has the feeling that if he doesn’t get the ball rolling, you’ll be staring at each other, fully covered, for ages.
Your eyes flicker away from his. After a moment, your fingers curl around part of his wrist, a tentative, gentle touch; while your other hand fists itself in the sheets, seemingly caught between pulling it lower and pulling it higher. Though subtle, the backtracking movement doesn’t escape the sniper’s notice. 
“Y-You first?” you ask.
Usopp nods, perhaps a bit sharply, but he goes through with her request. He isn’t wearing very much to begin with– a simple open button-down, sandals, and sweatpants– but each movement feels to take much longer than it should.
He pauses when he’s down to his boxers, looking to you again for... he doesn’t really know what. But it feels like reassurance when you glance up at him, eyes half-lidded and dark, so he strips the rest of the way and tosses his underwear onto the floor with the rest of his clothes.
Usopp is self-conscious for a moment, but this is the body he’s trained so rigorously for two years, and his worry at your scrutiny is quickly converted into pride at the fruits of his efforts.
He notices your hands fiddling with the sheets, not yet drawing them down, but questioning.
"Is- Is it okay if I...?”
“Yeah!” He answers perhaps a tad too loudly, a tad too quickly, a tad higher-pitched than he normally would. “I mean, yeah. Yeah, uh, whenever you’re ready. Of course.”
It’s about three seconds after his nervous blathering that the corner of your lip twitches and the two of you burst into laughter.
“Your face...” you just barely make out between laughs. He has no clue what his expression was like, except that he must’ve been shaky-eyed and tense as all hell.
“Sorry,” Usopp says once he’s mostly sobered, though some of the remnants of his laughter still manage to slip out. “Sorry. I guess I’m kinda nervous.”
“You don’t have to apologize...” You give him an embarrassed smile, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’m... pretty nervous too.”
“We’re in this together, then, huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Your eyes snap down to your bare body, then back to his. Obviously.”
You get another laugh out of him with that remark, and it helps calm your pounding heart. The giggle fit from earlier had already broken the odd tension that had existed in the room since Usopp’s well-timed entrance, but the knowledge that he’s just as wound up as you are helps put you at ease.
Feeling slightly emboldened, you take one deep breath before attempting to unfurl the white sheets from your body.
Keyword: attempting. Because it doesn’t come loose very easily.
Usopp very obviously snickers once he sees you squirming in this cocoon of yours, then immediately hopes the sound doesn’t offend you– he’s laughing with you, not at you. He’s laughing because he’s nervous, he’s laughing because he’s still sort of in disbelief that this is happening at all. And he really can’t help smiling at the very least, because god you’re so cute how are you allowed to be this cute–
While that train of through runs his course, he busies himself with helping you untangle. Once you’re finally free, he bundles the sheet at the edge of the bed, and when he looks back to you...
He had been sporting a halfie for a good while now, but as his eyes roam the curves of your body, the anticipation of what’s to come is enough to bring him nearly to full mast.
His cock twitches when he realizes that your gaze has been fixed on his member as it grew substantially. Well. That’s sort of embarrassing, but what can he do. He’s excited for this, and he can’t really be upset that his body is letting you know he feels that way.
You look up to him as he puts his weight onto his elbows, and as he leans in for a kiss, you respond to him with gusto. You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of one of his hands roaming upwards from your waist, gentle as it cups at the swell of your breast, slow and tentative before his fingers pinch at the nipple. The kiss is shortly broken by your gasp, and the sound of it surprises him, but he immediately seeks it out again as he rolls the hardening nub between his fingers.
His efforts are rewarded, but he’s surprised even more by the brush of your hand against his dick, a moan escaping his throat as you palm its girth and slowly drag your hand towards the tip. At your pause, Usopp pushes his hips forward, pumping into the curve of your hand. He kisses at your jawline before continuing with his thrusts, his heaving breaths hot by your ear as he does. You tighten your grip slightly, twisting your wrist to help with the friction, and both Usopp’s breath and hips stutter at the sensation. His slowing allows you to take the reins, and in the moments following he treats you to moans even louder than the one previous as you continue to jack him off.
Your wrist eventually begins to tire, so you take a moment to encircle the tip of his cock with your thumb, spreading the pre-cum that’s now beginning to bead out from it. He nuzzles into your neck, groaning and biting down at your skin, the suddenness of it eliciting light a moan from you as well.
You’re just barely able to see it when his trembling hand reaches under himself to begin massaging his balls. “D-Don’t stop,” he pants, “don’t stop.”
And so you resume the motions of your hand, alternating between pumping his shaft and circling the tip– and he shakes over you, you can see it in the arm holding up his weight– his hips occasionally buck into your hand and then still afterward, as if unsure whether to chase the end or simply allow it find him– his body is all tense, sharp lines, and you think he’s close, so, so close–
Usopp seems to think so as well, though; and he apparently doesn’t want to finish just yet, because he places a hand at your wrist to still you and leans back on his heels. His chest is heaving, slick with sweat, and his cock is twitching between his legs. He pushes a curly lock of his hair back over his shoulder, as somewhere along the line it had escaped from the tie at the back of his head.
Pulling himself back from the edge has left his body taut and fidgety, and he needs a little bit of time to recover, lest he blows his load the very next time you touch him. The thought incites a huff of laughter, quick and out through his nose, as he places a hand on your knee. He doesn’t know what for, but the contact is nice.
He can’t help but blush when he notices his pre is smeared across your stomach, translucent and shiny under the ceiling lights. The sight of it is beautifully erotic, and while his member is aching for more friction, he opts to pay you some attention instead.
The hand at your knee pushes outwards, gently coaxing you to spread your legs farther apart. The look on your face is bashful but not unwilling, and at his concerned gaze, you offer him a nervous smile. Usopp returns it as his hand trails toward your slick entrance, pausing at the junction between your thigh and your pelvis. “This okay?” he asks. Perhaps needlessly, judging by the quick nodding of your head, but he likes having the confirmation from you.
You let out a sigh when his fingers finally reach their destination, his ring and middle fingers stroking between your folds, already wet and ready for him. Your hips buck up to meet his hand when it passes over your clit, and he indulges you almost immediately, using the pads of his fingertips to rub it in tight circles. You bite your lower lip to help stifle the loud groan that nearly escapes and toss your head back into the pillows, your legs crossing at the base of his spine. He allows you to revel in it a few moments longer, listening intently to the sound of your whiny gasps, before his fingers slide back down towards your core; and from there it’s but a light press of his middle finger before it’s slipped inside you.
He begins pumping slowly at first, watching your expression carefully for any discomfort– when he finds none, he ups the ante a little. Usopp is gentle but generous, picking up the pace once he sees that you want it by the rocking of your hips and the pleasure in your expression.
When you feel the nudge of a second finger, you plant your feet back onto the bed and your hips rise to meet it, to guide it inside and out again– except he pauses.
Your eyes flutter back open to see Usopp grinning at you, waggling his eyebrows. “Eager, huh?”
You’re able to share a laugh with him, but you’re sure that you must be flushing red at his remark, so you can’t help but bring your hands to your face.
“Aw, no, don’t get embarrassed,” he says apologetically, though there’s still humor in his voice. His free hand tugs at one of your wrists. “I liked it a lot! Really!” His honesty flusters you even more, but you let him nudge your hands away. “Hey, don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, just...” Sort of embarrassed and caught off guard by it. 
If you’re pouting, he doesn’t point it out, but you think he gets it. He gives you an easy-going smile, the same one he's been showing you for ages now– patient, happy, and kind. The one that you now realize has probably spoken to his feelings for you more loudly than you’d understood even yesterday.
He leans closer to you, kissing you rather chastely before he begins moving his fingers once again. He crooks them now and then, pressing against your walls experimentally before he finds the spot he was looking for.
“Oh, yes, right there...” you whine, one hand clutching at the pillow behind your head while the other runs up his chest to grasp at his shoulder. He smiles– a bit cocky, but he’s doing so well that you don’t see it fit to complain about it. He pays extra attention to that spot after each plunge of his fingers, and soon enough, you’re responding in kind with small noises of approval from high in your throat.
He leans towards you again and you welcome him with open arms, accepting his kiss and deepening it, even as you pant into his mouth out of pleasure.
“Usopp,” you exhale, one hand fisted in his hair while the other presses insistently into his back. “Usopp, please...”
“Tell me what you want,” he replies, though it comes out sounding more like a question. He thinks he knows what you’re asking for, but he doesn’t want to screw this up.
“I-I want you... inside,” you confess, your hips nudging up to meet his hand once again. Your request goes straight to his cock, and it twitches slightly at your added whimper of, “Please, Usopp.”
The request takes some of the breath out of him, and really doesn’t think he can form a proper sentence at the moment– he’s so turned on he can’t believe it– so he nods, pulling out so he can line himself up with your entrance.
He pauses to glance once more at you, wanting to make sure you’re ready– and at seeing the confirmation, he steadily pushes himself inside.
Both of you let out a moan, oddly in sync, and he leaves a few moments for the two of you to breathe. For you to get accustomed to the stretch if you need to, but also for himself to get accustomed to... everything. The wetness, the warmth, the slight movement of your walls around his member– he gulps, fixing his hips in place as he knows he should wait for your signal.
A brief squeeze of his arm does it, coupled with the insistent look in your eyes. Usopp slowly pulls his hips back, waiting until only the head is left before thrusting back in. Your sigh of pleasure sends another wave of arousal through him, and on his next thrust he watches your eyes flutter closed and your head tilt back further into the soft linen of the pillowcase. He returns to kissing at your now-open neck as he begins rolling his hips, pulling back and fucking into you a few inches at a time, reveling in the soft, breathy moans you’re letting out.
“Is that good?” he murmurs into your skin after a little while.
“Yeah,” you whisper back. “Yeah, so good...”
You can feel him smile into the crook of your neck– perhaps proudly, or simply relieved– and he lays one more kiss onto your collarbone before he pushes himself up so that his arms are fully extended and bracketing you on both sides.
His gaze on you, clearly roaming from your face to your body and back up, makes you slightly self-conscious, but you resist the urge to cover yourself.
"You look beautiful,” he suddenly blurts out, then blinks, like he hadn’t been expecting it. "That just slipped out, but it’s true,” he laughs, his cheeks going slightly pink.
With a smile on your face and cheeks to match his, you prop yourself up for a moment so you can kiss him again. It’s pretty sloppy, especially as he resumes his thrusts– your teeth clack against his at least once, and you nearly bite down on his lip once he starts to speed up. Instead, you fall back into the mattress, grabbing both your legs to spread them further and moaning at the repeated slap of his hips against yours. “Usopp, oh, yes...!”
His hand takes hold of your breast once again, rolling your nipple between his fingers just as he did earlier, before it trails down your abdomen towards your sex. You can feel the coil in your lower body becoming tighter and tighter, knowing that just a little more friction will take you a long way.
“Usopp, please–” Your thoughts and sentences are fragmented, but you hope he can get the idea by the touch of your hand at his wrist.
And thankfully, he does, because he presses the thumb of his free hand against your clit, inciting a loud moan from you. He rubs and pinches it sporadically, not always in time with his strokes– still, it manages to do the trick, and the pleasure builds until you feel the coil come loose. You cum with his name on your lips, your hands grasping at his wrists, legs curling around his waist. 
Usopp cants his hips so he can help you ride out your orgasm. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, head in a daze. The feeling of you tightening and shifting around his dick is almost too much. His breaths, now higher-pitched and shaky, draw out into a long moan, and he moves his hip in tight circles for a few moments before pulling out. From there, it’s only two tugs before he finishes, his cum spilling over your stomach.
You pull him toward you for a kiss, and though half out of breath, he meets you with vigor.
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h2o2-and-baking-soda · 3 years ago
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yknow what i'm gonna talk about the traveller's age.
i'm so, so, so annoyed at how people seem to want to infantalise them, especially on tiktok and twitter. from what i've seen, there's two main arguments for why the traveller is a minor, and here's my responsesto both (as well as some other less-used arguments i've seen).
disclaimer: this is a longass post. i'm so sorry. i don't know how to do cuts on mobile to make it shorter. also, i don't really ship the traveller with anyone, so please don't tell me that i just want to ship them.
the first argument i see is "the traveller is a self-insert". news flash: not all of the people playing the game are minors, nor is all content created for minors. in fact, most of the players aren't minors. the current age demographics are "27% [of GI players] are under 25, while the average age is 35." (source: this article)
also, if they wanted to make it catered towards minors, why would they disregard everyone's opinion who's under 18 in their surveys?
if the average age is 35, then why on earth would the player insert be minor-coded? also, if they are a player insert, then why do the different twins have separate personalities? i've asked these questions to people who've said that the traveller is a minor and i haven't ever gotten a conclusive answer from them, which leads me to believe that they either didn't think that far ahead or are just echoing what they've heard other people say.
the second argument is that the traveller doesn't drink alcohol, to which they cite kaeya's voiceline saying that the traveller is underage, and also diona's voiceline from her story quest saying that she essentially doesn't believe them saying they're older than they look.
if not drinking is a sign of being a minor, then why isn't diluc minor‐coded? isn't his whole deal about not liking alcohol?
the traveller is literally trapped in a world where to their knowledge, a god refused to let them leave it with their sibling and then took their sibling away and forced the traveller to sleep for 500 years. if i were the traveller, i'd be extremely wary of being drunk while in that situation, especially since they're in a world that they're not native to.
them saying that they're underage to kaeya, to get out of drinking, is a smart move on their part. we know that kaeya likes to gather information while drinking and hanging out in taverns, and what better way to get information out of a traveller who pretty much popped out of nowhere than by offering them a drink, mondstadt-style?
in one of the traveller's voicelines, they mention giving tavern owners money in exchange for information, and then say they might've learnt that in another world. this implies that they were able to go to taverns many times in other worlds (since that's not a skill you learn by just going once), and they're choosing to not go in teyvat.
in 4) i mentioned them going to taverns in other worlds; this is slightly in response to another argument i've seen:
"the traveller was a minor before they arrived in teyvat, and technically they're 500 years old now, but since they were asleep for all of those years that doesn't count."
this entire argument is dashed by two things: the fact that the traveller, along with their sibling, has seen the birth and death of stars; and that the traveller has also been to taverns in other worlds enough times to know that tipping the owners money can sometimes buy information.
firstly, even if the birth and death of different stars were happening at the same exact time, at the very least that process would take a million years. we all know about scaramouche's line of "the stars, the sky, it's all fake," but that's about teyvats current celestial bodies, and not about anywhere else in the universe. just from that line alone we can infer that the travellers are like a million+ years old.
secondly, in china and most parts of the world, you have to be at least 18 to go to bars/taverns to drink. that means that they're at least 18 in another world. this would mean that even before they had their 500 year long nap they were an adult.
thirdly, they were unphased at sleeping for 500 years. idk about you but if i fell asleep for even a single year, i'd be in shock and react a lot stronger than the traveller did. this leads me to believe that they're really old, since 500 years seems like almost nothing to them.
additionally, do you really think a pair of kid twins would be traversing the universe without at least someone going "hey where tf are their parents?"
i've also seen people claiming they're a minor because they use the short model. venti is literally 2000+ years old and is a god, and also uses the short model. the traveller is just short.
tl;dr- it's advantageous of the traveller to present as a younger person- they wouldn't get questioned about things as much as an adult would. however, from the lore and their voicelines about themself, you can easily infer that they're significantly older than they appear.
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transmortifried · 2 years ago
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tagged by @catgirl-kaiju for this ask game, who had better appreciate how hard it was to copy all these questions on mobile
What was your last…
• Beverage: last night's ice water with black cherry drops added that i took my pills with this morning
• Phone call: took a call for work, which is like 90% of what i do for a living
• Text message: i think it might have also been a work thing?
• Song you listened to: postmodern jukebox's cover of lovefool, which came up on a playlist i had on in the background and then i had to track it down
• Time you cried: a while ago. it's personal.
Have you ever…
• Dated someone twice: i'm only still in contact with one of my exes
• Kissed someone and regretted it: yeah
• Lost someone special: that's personal as well
• Been depressed: hon we're on the depression website, what do you think
• Been drunk and threw up: haha yeah, my 21st birthday, it was really bad. i STILL can't drink tequila
In the last year, have you…
• Made a new friend: i'd like to think so!
• Fallen out of love: nah
• Laughed until you cried: yeah of course i like to laugh. might've been the pride flag ohio flag incredibles post that did it last.
• Found out who your true friends are: pass
• Found out someone is talking about you: please, people are always talking about me. i'm hot as hell and unpredictably awkward, it keeps them guessing
General
• How many people on your fb list do you know in real life: who the hell still uses facebook
• List three of your favorite colors: red, charcoal grey, and stygian blue
What was your first…
• …surgery: unless getting teeth pulled counts, none
• …piercing: earrings, but that's boring. it went septum, then navel, then eyebrow
• …best friend: someone i went to elementary school with. we don't talk anymore but we've been through some shit together. we were roommates for a couple months too.
• …sport you joined: i was forced to play baseball as a child against my will and spent the whole time being as bad at it on purpose out of spite.
• …vacation: probably a trip up to the smoky mountains?
• …pair of trainers:
• i don't care enough about shoes to be able to answer this
Right now what are you…
• …eating: taco bell baybee! steak crunchwrap with chipotle sauce, grilled chicken 5-layer burrito, and a chalupa that i got for free
• …drinking: large baja blast no ice, see above
• …about to do: sit at work wondering if it's gonna rain again because if it does then i can leave
Your future
• Do you want kids: nope!
• Do you want to get married: maybe!
• Ideal career: independently wealthy and unemployed!
Which do you think is better…
• …lips or eyes: i'm gonna say lips because eye contact makes me uncomfortable
• …hugs or kisses: kisses
• …shorter or taller: *thinks about my two 6 foot girlfriends* no comment
• …older or younger: slightly older, and yet i keep being the slightly older one in my recent flirtations
• …romantic or spontaneous: this is a false dichotomy???? spontaneously romantic
• …nice stomach or nice arms: tough call, but i'm gonna say arms
• …sensitive or loud: LOUD. i love it when a woman feels like she can just talk atound me yknow?
• ...hook up or relationship: relationship. i'm literally no good at hookups
• …trouble-maker or hesitant: trouble-maker for sure!
Have you ever…
• …kissed a stranger: yup!
• …drank hard liquor: twice a week, yeah
• …lost glasses/contacts: not permanently
• …had sex on the first date? jeez i had to think about it but i have. would have preferred to finish the movie though.
• …broken someone’s heart: maybe? we didn't keep in touch.
• ���been arrested: nah, but i've been given the Official Warning
• …turned someone down: yeah
• …cried when someone died: hey what the fuck
Do you believe in…
• …yourself:
• …miracles: yeah i mean there's pretty concrete proof of magnets existing
• …love at first sight: nah that's just thinking someone's hot. love is a process that takes time to develop
• …heaven: nah
• …Santa Claus: no i'm not five and for real i hate christmas, least favorite holiday by a decent margin
• …kiss on the first date: i can't imagine this being a big deal to anybody. literally cannot fathom it
• …angels: nope!
i am tagging...
YOU
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