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Pairing: Paz Vizsla x F!Reader (reader is petite, with no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 3.3k / Explicit 18+ only

Notes/Warnings: Western!AU, Paz & Reader are married & both are hot heads/combative (but they love each other v much), size kink, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, v light amount of spanking, more or less make-up sex, I have my own image of what Paz looks like and you all have to deal with it

Summary: Your husband finally comes home after 3 weeks. Surely you're going to welcome him home with open arms?

You don't turn when the door opens. Not for the familiar chime of his boot spurs, nor for the shuffle of his jacket and hat. You act as though you haven’t heard him – facing the window, focused on the same plate you’ve been washing since you heard the first footstep on the porch.

It's irritating how perfect this moment should be. Golden light streams through the dusty windowpane, bathing the kitchen in warmth. The enticing smell of dinner still lingers in the air. There’s plenty left for Paz. Even after three weeks you found yourself unable to adjust your portions to one.

You can feel his large presence behind you – waiting for you to turn and greet him. He probably expected a big homecoming. Fantasized about you running into his arms, kissing him desperately, crying tears of joy. It's happened before. Unfortunately for him, the Henderson boys ran by ten minutes ago to let you know they saw him riding back into town. Their warning ruined any surprise, not that you would have given him the satisfaction anyway.

Paz crowds behind you, placing his hands on your hips. You hate how quickly you want to melt into his warmth. To fall backwards into his broad chest and let him sweep you off your feet. It’s infuriating what he can do with a single touch.

You manage to find your resolve, slapping at his hands. "Get off me, you brute."

Paz chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in tighter. "Why so full of venom, ner riduur'ika?"

You let go of the plate to push at his arms. It’s futile, but you're unwilling to give up the fight. "You know damn well why. Now get off me."

You struggle further, trying to escape his vice-like grip. It's all for nothing. Paz spins you around to face him, an arm still firmly around your middle. Even through layers of clothes, you can feel the shift of his muscles.

Upon seeing his face, you gasp. Some is as you expected it. That annoying self-sure grin, the healthy start of a beard, the playful shine in his bright eyes. Some is not. There’s a new, healthy scar forming along his cheek to match some old ones from long ago.

"What did you do?" you demand.

"Now why do you automatically assume I did something to cause this?" 

"Because that's always the case. I'll bet Din doesn’t have a single scratch on him."

"Thanks to me he doesn't." He says it with a strong hint of pride and that only sets you off more. 

You push and shove at Paz, but he's still unwilling to let you go. In a further act of humiliation, he picks you up with ease and sets you on the counter. You're directly face to face like this. Nowhere for either of you to hide.

"Darlin’, would you please tell me what's gotten into you?" Paz asks. His voice is gentle. You know he's trying to calm you and you hate that it's even slightly working.

"You." 

Paz laughs. "That can be arranged if that's what you're mad about." You try and fail to kick him.

His hand wraps around your calf, a harder look settling into his eyes. It would scare you if you didn't know him so well. Hell would sooner freeze over before he did so much as pluck a hair from your head.

"I didn't come home to be name-called and kicked, so you're going to tell me what's the matter or I'm not letting you leave this counter. That clear?" 

You resent the heat you can feel pooling low in your stomach at his command. Even worse is that he knows it too. All your buttons have long since been discovered and Paz knows just how to press every one. 

There's no getting out of this. Paz stares at you expectantly, willing to wait this out. The anxious soup churning in your stomach rolls and the fire burning in your veins dies only a little at the realization of there being no escape. He has you pinned.

You're not ready yet to talk. Instead, you reach out towards his face, inspecting the new cut that mars it.

You're happy to note it's clean despite the thin layer of dirt and grit that otherwise clings to the fine lines of Paz’s face. It doesn't seem as deep as his other scars and may even fade in due time. All in all, it's not as bad as it could have been. That doesn't make it any better.

You hate this feeling in your gut. The knowledge that your husband lives a dangerous life. Today it's a small cut, tomorrow it's his guts spilling on the cold, hard ground and becoming food for vultures. Paz doesn't know the terror that seizes you when Din crests a hill before he catches up. The thought every time that this is the time he doesn’t come home.

Your voice is small, half mumbling. "You promised."

Paz leans in towards you. "What was that?" he asks, voice still this side of mean.

You take a deep breath, resteeling yourself. "You promised."

Hot tears well at your lashline unbidden. Paz's face becomes wobbly, but you can see the confusion and concern written across it. The anger deep within your chest is reignited. It’s worsened when a tear finally falls and Paz gingerly wipes it from your cheek.

"You said you would talk to me before you took another job."

"I said I would try to."

You punch him hard in the shoulder. It doesn't hurt him in the slightest, but it's satisfying all the same. "Don't play word games. You promised me. You said you would and the next thing I know you're off with Din again."

"I left a note," Paz says, his chest puffing slightly. 

"And what a note it was," you spit back. "Gone on a bounty hunt. Be back soon. You'd think you went out to the saloon for the night with all the information you shared."

"I'm getting tired of going over this with you."

"That's why I asked you to talk to me before you leave,” you shout. 

Paz leans down to get directly in your face. The gray of his irises darken, like clouds before a thunderstorm. “You want to watch that tone, little miss?”

“I'll watch my tone as soon as you stop being an asshole. Oh wait, that'll never happen.” You try to push him away only for his arms to circle around you, pulling you flush against his body. 

Your legs are spread wide to accommodate his frame. You swallow a moan as your center is pressed against the bulge in Paz's trousers. Refusing to allow your baser urges to control you, you feign disgust instead. “You're a pig.”

Paz pulls you impossibly closer. One of his hands finds its way to the base of your skull, effectively scruffing you like a cat. “You had better find your manners real quick or I'm going to find them for you,” he grits out.

“Good luck.”

His lips are rough on yours. The kiss is more a clash of teeth and tongue than anything romantic. You detest the way your body easily betrays you and yields to his advances, but it has been a long three weeks without your husband. And there's no need for you to make things easy on him either.

You hook both your legs around his and pull them tight. He can't get any closer, but you still feel the way the pressure makes him stutter. You mimic his hand, pushing your fingers into his toffee colored locks, and pull him into you. He moans but then moves back from your embrace.

“Clearly this isn't teaching you any manners. I'm going to have to do a better job.”

Without any warning, Paz then lifts you up in a fireman's carry and hauls you off to the bedroom. You shout and pointlessly drum on his back to put you down. He responds with a smack to you ass that you can feel through your skirts.

Paz drops you onto the bed without ceremony and quickly positions himself over you. His large frame fills your vision entirely. The fabric of his shirt is pulled tight against his muscles, providing you with a delightful show, and you notice the obvious flush running down his neck. 

“Now I'm going to give you one more chance here, darlin’. You get yourself undressed right now and with no fuss, or I'm going to tear that pretty dress right off you.”

A rush of desire courses through you. As tempting as that sounds, this is one of your newer outfits and you'd rather not spend tomorrow trying to mend it back together. 

You shamelessly start to undress. Paz's gaze is heavy and eager. He looks exceedingly pleased with himself, convinced that you've decided to show him some manners. Poor cowboy doesn't know what you have planned.

Paz removes his vest and shirt, pulling back from his position over you. It provides the perfect opportunity. As he leans back over your now bare form, you quickly kick your feet up and plant them firmly on his chest. Despite Paz's size, your legs are powerful enough to keep him at bay.

His eyes widen in surprise for a moment before clouding over again. “Just what do you think you're doing, mesh'la?”

Your smile is wicked. “Nothing, riduur.”

You trail one of your hands along your body – Paz's eyes tracking them like a bounty that's close to getting away. You can feel the rumble in his chest as you slowly wind downwards.

“Don't you dare,” he warns as your intentions become clear.

You disregard him entirely and continue your path, not stopping until you've sunk a finger into yourself. The noise Paz makes is choked. Your pleasure doesn't last very long.

After only a few strokes, Paz makes his move. He backs away from your legs, quickly catching one under his arm and tearing your hand away from yourself. You would think the way his chest heaves is purely due to anger if it weren't for the obvious tent at the front of his jeans.

His large hand cups and covers your sex. You wait with bated breath to see what he'll do next. “Looks like I've got my work cut out for me,” he says and plunges one of his thick fingers into you.

Another day and you'd be embarrassed by how wet you've gotten. It's an afterthought at the moment. One of his fingers feels better than any and all of your attempts to feel full while he was gone. The noise he pulls from you is wanton and needy. 

“This what you need?” Paz asks. “Something to fill that little pussy of yours? Will that stop making you act like a goddamn brat?”

As good as you feel, your anger hasn't been snubbed out. “You think that's filling me?”

You watch as that comment makes something bigger within him snap. It makes your heart race with anticipation. In a flash, Paz has taken a seat on the edge of the bed and stretched your body over his knees. You hardly recall the feeling of his grip around your ankles.

His hands are greedy – touching and grabbing at every inch of your flesh. Just as you're about to make another comment, his hand comes down hard on your ass. You jump, hissing at the sting.

“Is this what happens when I'm gone for too long?” Paz asks. His hand cracks over your ass again. “You forget your manners?” 

You anticipate another sharp smack, but he surprises you with a soothing touch. His hand then glides over your curves and he presses two fingers into your pussy. The slight burn of the stretch is perfect. “Forget who this cunt belongs to?”

There's nothing gentle about the pace he sets. It's punishing, making your arousal drip down your thighs. He adjusts his fingers to find your clit, nearly overwhelming you completely. There's nothing you can do in this position but take it.

Your orgasm inches ever closer. Paz’s fingers glide over that spot you can never seem to find yourself, making you clench around him. His demeaning tsk glides past your ears. He changes his rhythm slightly and just as you're about to make that final leap he stops – going so far as to remove his hand from you entirely.

You whip your head around to glare at him over your shoulder. The look on Paz's face makes you finally understand Din when he calls it punchable. “Only good girls get to cum,” he says, punctuating his words with another light spank. You could really kill him now. Unluckily for him, you are capable of much worse.

You're not blind when it comes to your husband. You know his virtues just as well as his faults and although it has improved, his pride is still easy to take advantage of.

“Do you want to be good for me, mesh'la?” Paz asks. It's sweet that he thinks he has the upper hand.

You don't answer. Instead, you crawl off his lap and move to take off his trousers. Paz thinks this is a good sign. He really ought to know better. Maybe three weeks away made him forget who he belongs to.

His position on the bed is perfect for you. The self-sure grin tells you he doesn't suspect a thing. It's easy to further distract him by trailing gentle kisses along his body. You're relieved to see no further injuries he may have been stupidly trying to hide. It wouldn't be the first time.

You smile as Paz's eyes slip closed. He's so predictable.

Rather than settling yourself between his legs or on his lap, you turn around. He doesn't even catch on until you have his wrists pinned with your feet. You wrap your lips around his cock, humming as you hear Paz growl with frustration. In this position he's only able to look – not touch.

The pace you set is just as unrelenting as the one he used on you. He can do little more than moan as you overwhelm him with pleasure. 

Although there's no way to know for certain, you know Paz can't take his eyes off of you. Even if he wants to, the temptation is too strong for his eyes to close. You're so tantalizingly close, so fully on display, that he's powerless. It's not long before his bravado crumbles.

“Dar- darlin’ please. You've made your point, just, ah, let me touch you.”

You don't give into him just yet. As sweet as he sounds when he begs, you aren't satisfied yet. His hips jolt as you redouble your efforts. You missed the weight of him on your tongue and the ache in your jaw. 

“Please,” Paz continues to beg. “I can see the way you're clenching, let me take care of that for you.”

You can feel your wetness dripping down your leg at this point. Paz tenses beneath you, his breath hitching. You're finally able to take your revenge. 

You pull off of him, only leaving your hand to lightly squeeze at his base. You even sit up slightly, hiding yourself from his view. You sacrifice your pin, but it's worth it with your objective already achieved.

Paz wastes no time. You're flipped onto your back, his large frame once again filling your vision. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you ask, throwing his words back at him.

Thankfully he looks more amused than annoyed. “Can't help yourself can you?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

His lips muffle your moans as he pushes into you. He groans back in response, relishing the way you open up to him. Despite his size there's no resistance. Neither of you will last long like this.

Words are beyond you both. Your nails dig into the meat of his shoulder – the other hand tangled into his hair. Paz holds you steady with one of his big hands on your hips. He trails hot kisses down your neck and onto your chest, no doubt making bruises rise. Normally you'd care more about making him stop. You do have an appearance to uphold in town.

Pleasure overwhelms you, your face twisting with it. There's no time or point in giving him warning. Paz lets himself go as you do, your peaks combining into one.

You miss his weight as soon as he rolls off. He lays back onto the pillows and you're quick to follow, using his chest as yours.

It's quiet as you both come down from your highs. There's a tension that still lingers in the air.

You trace idle loops above his heart, taking note of a few more grays making themselves known in his smattering of chest hair. You're unwilling to burst this small bubble just yet. Paz does it for you.

“Care to tell me what had you all worked up?” he asks. “I'm smart enough to know it wasn't just this.”

“What makes you think this had anything to do with it?” you challenge. 

Paz squares you with a truly incredulous look. “I'm not that stupid, neither.”

You sigh. He could have at least given you both a moment longer in the afterglow. “I already told you in the kitchen. You said you'd talk to me before you left again.”

He scrubs a beleaguered hand over the uninjured half of his face. “S'not like I really had the time, darling. We have to move fast when a trail gets picked up or we'll lose ‘em. Either to distance or other hunters.”

“I am not asking for much, Paz. A bit more of a warning. A kiss before you saddle up and ride out. Nothing more.”

You wish you could ask for more. Ask him to never take another job – to never leave you again. To hang up his holster and spurs to live out a nice, quiet life with you until you're old and gray. You can't though.

Asking for him to change would be asking for a different man. All you can do is sit by, pray to any higher power that might exist, and hope that he'll come home to you. A moment's more time with him before he leaves again doesn't feel like too big a request. It's not too much change.

Paz still looks frustrated. He pulls you off of his side and onto his body so that you're on top of him. His hand reaches up, thumb brushing over your cheek. You do the same, but make your best attempt to smooth away his worry lines.

“I can't have you asking me to stay,” he finally says.

“What?” You don't understand what he means.

“If I agree- if I tell you when and where I'm headed, you can't ask me to stay.”

“Paz, I don't-”

“If you ask me to stay, I won't go and I can't have that. Din can't have that. He needs a partner to make sure he'll come home to his boy and I'm the only one dumb enough to join him every time. So I can't have you asking me to stay.”

Your anger finally dissipates as his words sink in. He's still not completely forgiven, which you'll be sure to let him know, but you can allow yourself to soften. There's a look in his eyes you've never seen before. It's almost fearful.

“I won't ask you that,” you promise. “I just need you to share a little more with me.”

You run your fingers through his hair, noting that the curly ends are starting to become just a bit too long. Maybe you'll convince him to sit down for a trim tonight before he takes matters into his own hands and shaves it all clean off.

“Thank you, riduur.” Paz smiles. “Now, can I get my proper welcome home?”

You scoff and swat at his chest, this time far more playful than before. “There's some dinner on the stove for you,” you tell him, pointing to the kitchen.

Paz grins, wide and sharklike. “I've already got my meal here.” 

A/N: Yeah I'm aware this being a Western AU wasn't a major component here but that's why this is my fic so ya know, I can do what I want

#paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla fanfic #paz vizsla #star wars fanfic #crasis writes

[phoebesbridgers]

and we’ll wake up in vacant rooms pull you close to my aching skin broken glass on the porcelain is this what you imagine? we’ll forget what we used to say and our lives won’t mean anything

#writing this song about tom is crasy.

[pawbeanies]

not a h*rnypost once again but something vaguely sadpost and cringefail even... realizing this is the first year i dont have someone to wish hapy new year to at exactly 12 in like. so many years. this blog is my diary so its ok for me to post here idc

#secret new years pawbeanies lore is i used 2 write like a longass happy new years msg to my ex who i was w for like. so long. so long #and now my mood is ⤵️ but its ok i am dinking coffee #i think that is the first time i referred to them as my Ex too which. makes it feel a Lot More Real huh #ne way i am going into 2024 CUTE nad SINGLE for the first time in over 10ish years i am going to have FUN and GO CRASY and POP MY PUSSY!!!

[dolores-slay]

Looking up a song in Russian on lyricstranslate that is sung by a feminine voice lyrics clearly referring to a woman and the translator notes for English are like 'the song refers to her being with him' it does not. Slavic languages baybeee yes we gender everything but a good aspect of that is you know 100% when a song is not sung by a man and not about a man

#the song is not even explicitly romantic really #not only can women write love songs about other women! #they can also write songs about any other type of complicated relationship with other women! #CRASY I KNOOOOW

[lesbianraskolnikov]

i need a ‘media’ to get ‘obsessed’ over and by extension a new ‘guy’ because its getting a bit ‘horrible’

#Lighthearted. There is something so funny #but seriously i havent been particularly drawn to anything to the point of crasy. enjoyed but not fandomized i guess LMAO i dont know. #dont even need fandom... maybe i just need to write more again #floyd.txt

[m0e-ru]

hey just changed my discord icon into a kagu one who wants to hear about gsaslau ep iznmi /crickets/ alright ‼️🎉🎉

well the main p4 plot’s ended; Mim’s rescued from themself (izanami-no-ōkami) and the world of the human unconscious has returned into a forest now cleared of fog. Mim coexists with Marie as Inaba’s deities and are in the middle of a rehab period and trying to figure out their own identities while doing their job as gods.

While the two have the powers of a collective unconscious’ deites, Izanami-no-Ōkami, who separated from Mim had been defeated with “Myriad Truths.” This dispelled the entity being powered by humans’ desire to hide the truth. However, it wasn’t enough, and remnants of power still survived; Hi-no-Kagutsuchi. He continued to exist from the people’s self-preservation and desire for solitude, which originated from the hysteria during the late-year fog.

Now all three of them are fighting for the collective’s focus, to see which desire humans would lean towards and grants these deities their powers in the first place.

Even when the forest was cleared of fog, there was no guarantee anything was really “back to normal.” Kagutsuchi had already recruited Sho Minazuki, making a deal with him after coming forward, attracted by his beaten and battered heart.

A separate pocket realm had been created in the forest almost hidden from the other two’s perception, but they found it anyway; a gross reconstruction of the hollowed world, trusses spread about, cables scattered everywhere, gross blaring lights that lit up a scene. Labrys’ heart sprouted a new TV studio, as ambitious as a whole school enough to withstand a tournament where friends would fight one another.

The floor of the forest shook and quaked, the two couldn’t stand around doing nothing. But they were told they couldn’t intervene with the guest’s new trial, said Margaret. Seething with anger, the taller deity bared their teeth making a wonderful first impression to the woman they wanted to express their gratitude for taking care of Marie when they haplessly threw her aside.

But as deities, it was their duty to look at the bigger picture, figure out what was going on. Not focus on a single poor soul that another handful of good hearts could help. They agreed not to intervene, but they observed the best they could.

It wasn’t enough. The forest had grown dark and the moon turned a blood red. Fog flooded the area and everything changed so dreamily, like blood seeping into fabric and turning into a deep brown rust. The worlds had merged. Again.

It was Kagutschi’s homemade “Dark Hour,” or whatever he could get out of those red headed brats. Their poor Inaba had been turned into a nightmare-ish hellscape. People “transmogrified” and were left like coffins standing tall and silently in the makeshift night. Fortunately, the two prepared a place to keep them all safe beforehand, using much of their power to bring the normal folk into their pocket haven and keep it working, lest they all get swept up in this fiery god’s excitement.

The two devise a plan to reach Kagutsuchi and the boy that wished for the world, and see that every Persona user remaining is safe and sound. The two split up from there, Marie heading for her friends and their friends and her unnamed company climb the gaudy tower that reached the moon.

Tohru Adachi had been “recruited” himself. Ushered quite aggressively into the world to help complete it. A world he once tried to complete already, in exchange for a promise that would never had been granted. Nodding and agreeing and negotiating a handful here and there to hear what he needs to hear. He hoped not to show the heavy heart he had thinking of friend he had to point a gun towards just to save from their own foolery. Where are they in this mess? he thought, the ones who were supposed to take care of the world(s).

But it’s not like the sun and moon hadn’t thought of that. Why even bring him here in the first place? He was nothing but bait. And they just told him to help around, beat up a few a Persona users or too, make use of the freak he awakened to.

[ I WILL NOT LIE I HAVENT FLESHED OUT THIS PART YET. OR THE NEXT. SORRY I’LL PROBABLY MAKE A SEPARATE POST INSTEAD WHEN I FIGURE IT OUT SORRY FOR MASSACRING YOUR BOYS ARENA THINKERS ]

bullshitting this part a bit but Kagu made Marie and Mim fakes and he generally calls the two blue Izanami (derogatory) and red Izanami (derogatory) he’s so silly

theyre both exaggerations of the concept that Marie is nothing but a crybaby who wants to live and wants to make mim as guilty as possible over matters they’ve already resolved but gnaws on the fact they wanted to kill Marie once before the whole euthanasia thing

and Mim is a heartless and empty husk of a god born to do nothing but accomplish a duty no matter how immoral it actually is because humans asked for it ! and this thing wants to scare the wit out of Marie and tell her that her dumb sibling is a stagnant and never changing piece of shit that thinks they know what’s best for humans despite not being human or having a heart at all

they’re both designed to Kill making them the strongest and the most hassle of Fakes to make but Kagu is a bit proud since watching them fight is entertaining. ohh the drama hes so good at making impostors that chew on the darkest parts of your soul

i must’ve mentioned this before but sho has like . mommy issues now sorry ikutsuki.

2010, a whole year before the split actually, Sho and Minazuki were able to spend time with Izy before she was torn apart into Mim and Marie.

Sho saw her as a mother figure while Minazuki sort of made himself her mentee and learn from her how to be a good guardian especially for Sho.

Sho kept their hair long just so Izy could still comb it which is usually what gave them time to talk besides waiting for a sun shower to happen. and other times they’ve been able to meet.

Izy had split and the two felt nothing but betrayed. Sho lost someone he really could call a loved one and Minazuki fell back into his mindset they should’ve never trusted another parent figure despite her departure being out of her hands. They still kept the same comb she’d use for their hair which allowed them to keep their memories of her when Mim erased it from everyone else’s head out of spite.

Kagutsuchi made a vague agreement that he’d end the world and offer them solitude with Izy. The whole plan being to gather Persona users and chip off their powers to make his body and/or take Marie and Mim and “put them back together.”

Sho and Minazuki knew this was sketchy so they decided they’d just get Izy back and do the merging ritual themselves and she’ll be the one to fend off Kagu. Why bother rounding up a mass of power when theres already one solution to get things back? nobody really trusted each other

Kagu just wanted the Persona fragments to get an upper hand at the two remaining deities. Or he could order them to be brought to his presence and he’d defeat them easily. There was no way to bring two pieces together when they’ve already grown into two things so different.

Adachi is uh . well. he’s there. he’s authentically awakened to his Persona so his head doesn’t hurt and he has a proper tarot to crush and his aura’s blue instead of red. i havent really properly mapped out his involvement and motives yet.

it’s established he knows Mim and Marie are deities and this bear. thing. is also one he assumes as its spearheading the whole tournament thing and says outright he made the world. He knows the worlds are merged and gets flashbacks to his time in Magatsu-Inaba, being bestowed a bit of god’s knowledge and all.

So! Those two guys are in danger and this bear thing gritting its teeth whenever he’s around should mean something. Kagu doesn’t really want him there but keeps around as bait for Mim specifically, and to distract Sho from its true plans or whatever i’ll get a dream about this all sooner or later.

this part gets even blurrier but adachi still gets beaten up i don’t know when but he should.

souji AND labrys they’re uh. they were supposed to be able to talk to sho and zukki i forgot how i implemented that ohhh well sorry for the tunnel vision

Marie gets to check on everybody but gets abducted to the tower. Mim was crucified and has been holding out the whole time. Sho and Minazuki try doing the merging ritual but after a whole video game monologue of him being explained to how nothing was going to work and holding up the comb keepsake was pretty stupid, Kagu comes over and is like ‘boo boooo you took too long im going to use his body and rightfully realize my true self as god with these gathered Persona fragments and end the world. haha’

They get to resonate with one another and summon Izy in the form of a Persona, their own Izanami-no-Mikoto with the strength of both of their hearts as one because im dramatic. the myth has changed and izanami herself has been able to calm down her own child instead of killing her

Izy had been able to talk to Sho and Minazuki resolving mostly everything. She herself may be gone but her love has never left. just reborn into those who do still care about him and those who will care if he ever lets them into his life. Minazuki lives on as Tsukiyomi and he floats down to meet Souji and Labrys. they duke it out and Marie and Mim settles down with Kagutsuchi. whatever remnant of a child’s pitch black body might it be.

The tower collapses and the Velvet Room attendants bring everyone to the forest cleared of fog that Mim and Marie are relieved to see again. Time is moving once again and the normal folk are back home as if nothing had happened. The Shadow Ops still astonished how … peaceful Inaba’s unconscious really is without anyone meddling with it or humans causing their own downfall. and comically dumbfounded that the exit is a TV monitor out of all things. didn’t look like it was plugged in at all. I mean it’s something familiar to all of them so why not keep the doorways that way

adachis promptly returned to his holding cell, but not enough time to mend his suit nor fix his face. a few more months of pointless psych evals for him i guess

aaand im pooped go ask about it more sometime but hopefully this transitions to Kusumi Household

#persona 4 spoilers #p4 #p4u #gsa sl au #sulululat #// damn crasy ! iam so tired i am going to regret writing this at ass oclock #// 'damn kai your ass still on pea four?' yeah it's still going have you SEEEN these gaps ? crazy #// i dont actually. know what ive said on this blog or anywhere else just. literally the ask box is there ia m so sorry #// i havent even finished talking about non gsaslau ep iznmi yet !!! insane !!! nor 2010 yet !! or nimonobaasan !! or the shrine fox !! #// thers so mmuch going pn here. pissona four spceical featurer

[cyberkitty1]

Twin au /e!42 Miles and e!1610 Miles

Warnings: reader is female & mentions of like fighting

inspo from: @moodysunflowerbaby

GO READ WHAT THEY MAKE BC WOOOWEEE I CANT STOP GIGGLING!

I AM SOOOO EASILY INFLUENCED I CANTTT

How did you meet?

middle school you have classes with the both of them but 42 neverrr shows up. So when he does and 1610 doesnt, youre going crasy!

“ hey miles! you got the braids you have been talking about done? I like em’ on you; suit your face well.”

he just looks at you sideways ”nah im not miles im Mylo, Miles is my identical twin”

you sit there mouth open “ but you look exactly the same its crazy!” he gives you a look like youre dumb ” yea… identical twins.”

after that you would bother them about twin stuff like crazyyy

“ ok miles whats he thinking?” “ getting new shoes” you look at Mylo “REALLY?” “No” they say in unison.

“ wait if you are the same then do you share everything?” you say out of pure curiosity. Mylo looks at you with the most annoyed fave he could muster” no i don’t let his musty self touch my stuff” miles looks at him “ we doin this here?” “ ill do it wherever hermano”

dating one while being friends with the other (42)

you spend a lot of times in your room bc if you try to leave rio makes you take Mikes with you HAHAHA

“ooo that sounds fun! take your brother” shes says walking away “ on second thought we just gonna stay here” Mylo says walking you back to his room.

MILES NEVER KNOCKS!!

You guys dont do anything you wouldnt do in front of his mom but when Miles walks in asking for shoes or jewelry Mylo still gets annoyed.

“ tomorrow night we should go to the mall and then get dinner at-“

“Hey can i borrow some dunks?”

“ hey can you take yourself out of MY room before I remove YOU myself? What I tell you bout nocking?”

“ my bad” he says walking out

(1610)

Mylo pays like 0 mind but it still shocks him that he can pull yk? Not that Mylo likes you but how can his little brother that 0 shocking things about him get a girl?? just shocking.

“ you know what I think bout?”

“hm”

“ that you got a girl acting and looking like that”

“ nigga what? WE LOOK THE SAME”

Miles is so annoying about having a gf i cant

“ Mylo, yk what i got that you don’t have?”

“what”

“ A GIRLFRIEND” ( insert crazy ugly laugh)

GAURD. DOGS.

I AM SCREAMING

Imagine like guys dont like you and its a dumb reason like you rejected them and people dont know yall are frinds so they talk MAD SMACK about you and Miles and Mylo they egg egg them on to beat you up at a said location but they show up instead and get put on a hospital bed HAHA

^ do as you wish with that but if u use it LMK I GOTTA READ IT

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[outercrasis]

The Distance - Ch 12

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 2.1k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Summary: Surprises rock the Chimera.

Warnings: Din puts his foot in his mouth<3

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Alarms are blaring throughout the Chimera. Lights flash everywhere as you frantically flip switches and press buttons on the main console. The control stick trembles in your hand, unaccustomed to this level of speed and agility. She's a good ship but she's not made for these kinds of maneuvers.

You hear Din running into the cockpit only for you to yell, "I don't need you up here! Get into the gun well and start blasting at some of these rocks!"

Another asteroid nears the left side of the Chimera, forcing you into a tight turn that nearly throws him off his feet. You're thankful that he doesn't complain.

It's a mystery where this asteroid belt came from. It's not on any of your maps. You would have never dropped to sublight in this quadrant if it had. Your only stroke of luck is that the belt is relatively small, which greatly increases your chance of getting out alive.

Blaster fire reverberates from below you, turning some of the debris into dust. Not for the first time you’re thankful to have a Mandalorian with you. You’re not sure what you would have done alone or with someone who couldn’t couldn’t hit the broad side of a bantha.

The way out becomes easier with Din clearing a path. Rather than simply reacting, you’re able to press forward through the belt. Still, the Chimera shakes with the effort it’s taking to get through in one piece. Tex beeps wildly back at the center console, adding to the litany of noise going on inside the ship.

“I know buddy, I can see it,” you yell back. A massive asteroid is drawing nearer to the ship, an impossible to miss flash on the radar. 

You’re about to call out to Din when you hear him over the comm. “I’m on it.”

The blasterfire focuses to the right, firing faster than you knew the Chimera’s guns could. The asteroid starts breaking into pieces. Through the rubble a clear path out of the belt finally makes itself apparent. 

“Hold on!” you yell, wildly maneuvering the ship. Somehow, thankfully, Din also sees the path you’re taking and focuses his fire on keeping it clear. With one final hard turn to the right, the Chimera breaks free of the deadly field. 

You slam the controls and launch into hyperspace. There’s no set destination, but anywhere is better than the asteroids. You go over to the main computer, searching for any nearby planets with fully outfitted mechanics. There’s no temporary repairs that will fix the damage both the Chimera and N1 just sustained. Din comes up behind you, peering at the computer screen.

“How’s the ship?” he asks.

“Bad. Main functions are online, but we need to find the nearest spaceport or repair bay.”

"There," Din says, pointing at the map. His finger has landed on some nearby dustbowl planet in the Outer Rim. You look up at him, questioning.

It's only now that you register how close he is to you. You have to practically look straight up make eye contact with the black of his helmet, the chin of which is nearly bumping his chest. Warmth is radiating from his body and you're not sure if that's the vestiges of sleep clinging to him or adrenaline still coursing through his veins. You have no idea if this level of proximity was intentional.

"I have some friends there, one's a mechanic."

Good enough reason for you. "You heard him Tex, set course for Tatooine."

There isn’t much time to prepare for landing. It’s nice to have a secure place to land on a nearby planet, but you have no idea what to expect. Din hadn't really elaborated on his friends.

Discovering that Din has someone that he would even consider a friend, let alone multiple on the same planet, was shocking in and of itself. Could they be Mandalorians? Distant family? Friends in arms? Past lovers? The possibilities make your head swirl.

The descent is relatively easy into Hangar 3-5. At the very least nothing falls off your ship, so things can't be too bad. Grogu also seems to grow in excitement, making you wonder just how much time Din has spent here for the small fry to recognize it.

Even more surprising is the loud and fierce voice that floats into the Chimera. "What did you do to my ship, Mando? She's one-of-a-kind, you can't go smashing her up!"

Stepping down the ramp, you're greeted by a small, wiry haired mechanic bearing down on Din like she's his mother. It's the closest you've ever seen Din come to being cowed by someone. 

"Don't go too hard on him. We were surprised by an unmarked asteroid belt," you call down.

The mechanic's sharp eyes turn toward you, analyzing you in half a second. A wide grin splits across her face. “Got yourself a girlfriend, Mando? Didn’t take you for the type.” You can feel your cheeks burn. 

There's a pause before Din speaks. “No, she’s… she’s just a pilot.” His words feel like knives. You don't let it show.

You step past Din and offer your hand out to her to shake. “And mechanic, occasional babysitter and medic. He forgot those.”

"Sounds about right. Peli Motto." Peli has barely dropped your hand before she's yelling out for her pit droids to start scanning the ships.

Before anything else can be said, you stride back over to the Chimera and start taking in the damage for yourself. At least, that's half of what you're doing. You refuse to let your emotions show before a woman you've just met and a man who apparently thinks of you as just a pilot.

You feel foolish, having heard him brush you off so easily. You thought there had been a change between the two of you. More fleeting touches, more shared looks that lasted just a bit too long, enough that at some point you stopped denying that they happened in the first place. You didn’t consider yourself his girlfriend, the label didn’t feel appropriate, but you were more than just a pilot. Or so you thought.

Peli walks up beside you, Grogu tucked into the crook of her arm. "Let my pit droids worry about this. I'll share their work-up with you."

You appreciate the gesture. There’s no doubt her sharp eyes have already taken note of the Chimera's many modifications. She's clearly a woman who understands the bond between a pilot and their ship. 

She nods her head at you and Din, walking towards the interior of the hangar with the clear implication for you to follow. Din’s long legs allow him to catch up to you quickly and his gloved hand brushes the back of yours as you walk. A couple hours ago a touch like that would have set you aflame, but now it makes your blood run cold. You ignore it, moving your hand away from his. 

Getting to the back of the hangar, you purposely sit across the table from Din. You don’t feel like dealing with any more accidental touches at the moment. Part of you feels childish for it, but your wounded pride is currently in the driver's seat. Just a pilot, what utter banthashit that is.

"Here you go." Peli places a glass of water in front of you and turns to Din. "I'd offer you some, but I know you won't drink it with your Creed and all that."

Din doesn't say anything and you thank her for the drink. You can feel the sweltering heat of the planet even in the shade. Sweat is already causing your clothes to stick to your skin. 

Grogu climbs out of Peli’s arms and sits on top of the table between you and Din. You wonder if he can feel the awkward energy radiating between the two of you. Peli seems oblivious to it, launching into a discussion with Din about current dealings on Tatooine. You tune them out. It’s not that the discussion bores you, normally you would listen with rapt attention to learn anything you can about the world you’ve landed on, but your thoughts are otherwise occupied. 

Why did he touch your hand just then? First he dismisses you, barely even acknowledging the sort of relationship that's built between you over the months, and then he moves for contact? Those aren't games you ever expected him to play. You aren't even asking for all that much, just a genuine acknowledgment of your role. Just a pilot, how dismissive. Even being called a crewmate would have been better than that.

A pit droid walking up distracts you from your sullen thoughts. He speaks to Peli and then immediately turns around, going back to the Chimera.

"Good news and bad news," Peli says. "Bad news for you, these repairs are going to take a few days. Good news, you can pay me to fix it."

"How is that good news?" Din asks.

"Good news for me." Peli stands and walks off, yelling directions at her droids, not giving Din a chance to argue. 

You're not sure what this means for you. Remarkably, you haven’t been fully grounded anywhere in years. There were a handful of close calls, but you always managed to make something work to get the Chimera back off the ground. This is unprecedented. The Chimera grounded and Din with no bounty to chase. What are you going to do?

Din gets up from the table and goes to follow Peli, presumably to talk about the timeline for repairs. You'll talk with her later about what actually needs to be done to your ship. You stay with Grogu at the table, only catching snippets of their conversation from afar.

"-too much."

"Do you know what it costs to-"

"-pay extra credits."

After some more back and forth, Din returns to the small table. Grogu turns his attention from you to his father. He grabs hold of one of Din's fingers and shakes it around a bit, which if the kid's reaction is anything to go off of, is a fascinating thing to do.

"What's our plan?" you ask Din.

"What do you mean?" He keeps his focus on Grogu as he replies, wiggling his other fingers for the child.

"I mean we're stuck here for a few days with nothing on the agenda, so what are we going to do?"

"We can go sightsee." 

Din puts the idea out there so simply and honestly it takes you aback. Din Djarin, the Mandalorian, sightseeing? You thought he was going to say something about finding a bounty, not sound like he was some mudscuffer on vacation in Coruscant. Is there even anything to go sightsee on this dustbowl planet?

"Sorry, what?" you ask.

"There's a little town to the north, Mos Pelgo. We can go there." Din sounds serious. The idea of sightseeing isn't some elaborate joke from him, he actually wants to go.

Peli reappears and must have heard Din mention the northern city because she asks, “Why would you go back out there?”

“There’s someone out there I’d like to check in on," Din says.

Interesting. This must be that other friend Din obliquely mentioned before. Someone close enough that they're worth visiting with your few days to kill. Maybe some paramour from his past? You've never considered that he could have previous romantic interests hidden around the galaxy. It would explain his rude and casual brush off of your relationship earlier if one is here on Tatooine. You try to ignore the pit in your stomach you feel forming while you consider the existence of some lover in Mos Pelgo, waiting for Din's return.

"You're in luck then, I fixed up a speeder bike while you were gone. Piece of junk like the other one you busted, but it should get you there," Peli offers.

Before Din can say anything, you cut in. "Just the one?"

"You’re lucky I fixed up that one."

“There isn’t another bike? Or a landspeeder?” This has to be some kind of cruel joke the galaxy is playing on you. Somehow, in all the piles of scrap Peli had lying around the hangar, she only has one speeder? And it's just a bike? Maker, your luck is terrible.

“Nope.”

“You’re sure you can’t scrounge up another?” you press further.

“Look girlie, I like you but not that much. The one bike is all I’ve got,” Peli says, throwing her hands into the air.

“It’s fine,” Din’s gruff voice breaks up the small debate. “The one bike is fine.”

Din stands up from the table. "Peli, can you look after the kid?"

Peli looks a little shocked to be asked but scrambles to say yes. She picks Grogu up and holds him on her hip, as though she suspects Din might change his mind and take Grogu back. It's settled then. You're heading to Mos Pelgo.

A/N: Long time no see! I'm not going to pretend like I'll be updating with any real consistency, but know that it'll continue to happen lol. Also, I'm ditching my taglist bc it's too much work. BUT you can always find this fic on AO3 and subscribe if you want alerts when I update :)

#din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #the distance #crasis writes

[chewwypepsicola]

can i ask for any color gang + purple specific headcanons? ALSO what did u think of episode 30 :)

RAAAHHH i love sharing hcs okay here we go, ill limit myself to 6 per character so this doesnt get overwhelming or boring heheheh

General stuff, oldest to youngest i see them like this: green, purple, blue, yellow, red, second. i HC that stickfiguresfighting.dotcom is actually a job they all had and that was the way they met (before second), Yellow wanted independence, Green overall just needed to start making money, Red wanted to really fight other people and he dragged Blue along Following up, Blue and Red are siblings, Blue being the oldest and often looking after Red when they were small.

WITH THAT OUT OFTHE WAY.

GREEN: - AUTISM - Oldest of the group but actually a middle child in a very loud household, he loves his family but he's very likely to have wished for a more comfortable space so thats why he moved out rather quickly and got that job - Noise cancelling earphones yesyes - genderfluid any prns pansexual icon - He HATES PDA (public displays of affection) this is a running joke i have that has developed into a proper HC haha, he always makes faces and gagging noises when YellowBlue are being gay in his general field of vision -Following up, despite hating PDA, he's super super affectionate in private when in a relationship, when in public or out of the confiness of his room he's more subtle like knees bumping against eachother under the table or soft looks across a room, THIS IS OF COURSE ALL IN REALTION TO PURPLE, SORRY, I AM A GREENPURPLE ENJOYER.

PURPLE: - My baby my baby youre my baby say it to meeee, thats not HC thats just my honest to go reaction to anything purple avm - Boy might be dog shit at fighting but he's so good at everything else i swear to god, he's super flexible and has a great amount of body strenght since we see him doing all sorts of stunt and gymnatics plus we see him being reasonably good at parkour, which in turn i have decided to take as "oh okay so he kicks ass at parkour he's the best and no one would ever be able to beat him noted." - I think he's decent at cooking but terrible at baking. Not even minecraft cakes come out right when he makes them. - They/he transmasc ourple sorry woa who said that?!?! (also mlm)

BLUE: - ELDEST DAUGHTER SYNDROME woa who said that?!?! what! - These are just canon but stoner epic skater girlfriend material she's so cool and epic - she/him bigender lesbian WOAH! - Alright you got me i'll elaborate on the eldest daughter stuff. SO BASICALLY. in my mind palace since i have decided that he and red are siblings Blue ends up being the oldest of the two, they have a singular parent so this makes Blue go thru the epic /s experience of having to take care of his little brother and their parent, giving up on childhood and dealing w responsabilities she shouldn't have. You might ask where the fuck did this come from and ill reply I HAVE NO CLUE THEY WRITE THEMSELVES OKAY!? - Blue is doing better now if you wanna know how fucked up that syndrome is just google it real quick you will be hit with the force of three trucks, shes an epic stoner gamer girl that likes to now play pranks on his little brother and be a menace. he's still a caretaker at heart and thats why he mostly tasks herself with doing most of the cooking. - THIS ONE IS BASICALLY STOLEN FROM THAT OTHER TUMBLR USER BUT UHH chronic pains after the lava incident yes brilliant send tweet

YELLOW: - Youngest child in a normal nuclear family, has an oldest sibling, relationships w family are not terrible but he always wished he would get more attention and always felt left aside when he tried to talk about his passions and interests - this guy is autism for sure! - he/him transmasc lesbian sorrey bleh - insomniac i share this hc w everyone else in the fandom this guy is just crasy insane and needs blue to remind him to take his sleeping pills and go to bed - after the LAVA incident and blue struggling to walk down the stairs of their house i think everyone agreed to rearrange the rooms and let blue have the bottom one, those two since they are a couple decided to just share a room and yellow made his old room a sort of study or overall "work" room so that he would not bother blue at night

RED: - ADHD (EXPLOSION GIF) - not a single thought behind those eyes but somehow still so smart and just as capable as everyone else OUGH - fisically strongest, not saying he's the best at combat he simply can pack the hardest punch but he might not be doing it the right way and thus hurting himself in the process - SPEAKING OF, ISNT IT FUCKED UP HOW FAR HE PUSHES HIMSELF?! now that we bring up 30 and everything that came before it i just could Not help but notice the way red passed out like three times during that whole battle, that boy had multiple broken bones and was running on pure adrenaline fighting w his own body to not give up, despite being the one more battered and bruised he kept standing back up and throwing himself right in the line of fire he makes me so sad OUGH -he/him transman realness mlm PHEW - i think that second and he passed out on the couch they moment they all realize they were out of danger you could not wake up those two up for a week they needed the rest SECOND: -trying my best to not run out of ideas here cause i know i have many hcs relating to them but also ive already wrote down a phew a while ago let me think uhhh - youngest. baby of the group, but for some fucked up reason he has decided to take on the "im the more responsible one here i need to look after all of you" role like a DUMMY - it makes very sad to think of him worrying himself so much w the safety of the others cause he has seen first hand that they are way more fragile than him, he doesnt know WHY he endured so many of Dark's attacks in ShowDown but he knows he did and he remembers vividly seeing his friends fight for their lives right in front of his eyes, of course he is going to be burdened with that weight. - Second has terrible separation anxiety that's not even a HC thats basically canon he can not be at ease until everyone is together and he is reasssured that they are okay OUGH (sounds of crying) - Little guy has awful nightterrors that leave him just sitting at the edge of his bed staring off at nothing until he falls asleep again, Green caught him one night and was like "hey you good why are you sleeping sitting like that?" and Second had to explain and Green offered to sleep w him so he would be more comfortable, Second now tends to ask green or red to keep him company when it happens smiles

OKAY THATS ALL!!! as usual i shall share a doodle, please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes english isnt my first language we are doing the best we can over here hahah, here's the doodle! with my family headcanons for the colors and an extra "family photo" for the hollowheads haha

#THANK YOU WHOEVER READ TILL THE END WAAAAAA #love these guys they run around my head like little hamsters #ene answers #avm #animation vs minecraft #avm purple #avm green #avm red #avm blue #avm yellow #avm the second coming #PHEW #ene does art #while we are at it

[fivveweeks]

i am so crasy abt ur tweet abt verdante being a tragedy its like in my mind at all times. like ,,, im rotating it in my head, im so ruined, this idea consumes me u do not understand i am opening up google docs and writing a fic im morose im captivated i am making an ao3 account

like ur so right 4 that one banger

KYAAAA ON MY KNEES... i have so much feelings on it u have no idea. twitter doesn't let me go ham but since we are on tumblr let me write a goddamn essay on this

the thing is that yes i enjoy both verdante being a romcom comedy or a tragedy or anything in between. ofc we'd like them to be happy but part of me like to explore what would happen if we really stayed canon-compliant

and like. let's take a look at them both. Vergilius is canonly someone who's weighed down by his past sins (killing and assassinating and orphaning children), who fully well accepts that he deserves the karma that comes for him (like this man literally is expecting it and doesn't fight it), yet he chooses to drag himself forward bc if he doesn't he will sink into despair. he is full of guilt and shame. verg also seems reluctant to form new bonds which is understandable considering that he lost everything prior to limbus, and how he doesn't want to drag people down with his karma, at the same time it would be extremely hard for him to trust people due to the risks of betrayal and manipulation in the city. he KNOWS that kindness and empathy will be consumed by the city if they don't adapt (see leviathan and his thoughts on garnet) therefore anyone would be wary bc there's always a catch. vergilius is also extremely duty bound to restoring garnet and lapis and it weighs down on him a lot

now i dont see Vergilius as oblivious bc the man would obviously recognise signs of attraction from Dante. but vergilius, despite his harsh exterior, is also kind deep down or at least practical, so taking the above into account, in this scenario he would probably outright address it to dante that he has... personal goals. maybe dante will be sacrificed at the end for limbus company as a whole, maybe not, but Verg makes it clear that he WILL choose lapis and garnet over dante bc that is his responsibility. what he owes to them.

executive manager, he doesn't say, do not be a fool.

and to his surprise, dante just nods and writes him, "I'm aware. It's ok, I understand."

bc dante respects him. they respect his space and not push anything at all (alongside how they probably feel that they are not worthy yet, or that they don't want to burden Vergilius, bc c'mon they're stumbling through their responsibilities after losing their memory, work is more important than personal interest now), i also like to think dante isn't say, self-depreciating, but more like they've accepted that they have so much to live up to and Vergilius has something to achieve and they will not stand in his way, so they're content to just spend time with Vergilius as manager and guide.

and there's that. they don't talk about it after the day. nothing changes between them. they continue on as manager and guide.

the only exception is that now Vergilius is aware that Dante fully accepts that he will sacrifice them for his own goals. yet Dante is content to spend time around him and vice versa (he doesn't admit it)

and isn't that the tragedy?

vergilius, to be aware that something could have sparked between the both of you, yet you cannot afford to cross the line due to circumstances. occasionally imagining what it could had been if the both of you were actually allowed to. how should you feel when the other person still seeks you out and befriends you despite knowing that you will never pick them

and dante, getting the confirmation that you will never be picked and will be the third or fourth or whatever choice but that's okay. manager and guide is enough, you WILL enjoy whatever there is between the both of you without asking for more

personally, unrequited love as a tragedy is not effective to me bc it's not that hard to respect another person's feelings and not make yourself the victim.

the REAL tragedy here is being aware of the lost potential and what-could-had-beens, yet IN SPITE OF THAT theres the quiet acceptance and humble enjoyment of whatever there is between the both of them bc that's all they can afford. how fate and the city fucked them both up. yet they stay professional because they respect each other too much (to the point of suppressing their personal feelings for the other) to make this into a hassle

maybe dante dies at the end of limbus and verg would reminisce on what it could had been. maybe verg dies and dante occasionally recalls the little moments they get to spend together. maybe they both die. maybe they both live but they walk a too different path to ever converge again. maybe we slap canon in the face and let them survive or meet up again in the future.

whatever it is, i just really enjoy the sweet sweet pining between the both of them throughout limbus company. the horrors of Knowing. i'm going to bite something

#chatter #limbus company #verdante #yes i am insane i am aware #i don't know if i phrased it as well as i wanted to but i want this out of my brain rn #basically verg tells dante bc god forbid them if they allow personal feelings get in the way of work #then he gets stunned when dante is alr fully aware of it yet they don't let it affect them #so now they're both stuck w the curse of Knowing #verg wise i can see a scenario where he actually slowly gets charmed by dante after this #but does it even matter bc he cannot do anything about it #augh i'm going to lay down #if u write a fic on it just know i will explode myself

[infiniteoreos]

had a dream where a scrapped saiki k chapter was revealed and the entire thing was satousai just all of it . kusuo was writing poetry about him n shit and the fandom went crasy

[thatstudyblrontea]

Langblr Word of the Day Challenge

Day 4: Time

SARDINIAN: tempus ⏳

Create a vocab list of at least 5 words based around the word

ora — hour / now ⏰

arrelogiu — clock 🕰️ / watch ⌚

tradu — late

cuitu / prestu — early

oi — today 📅

mengianu — morning 🌄

merì — afternoon 🌇

sera — evening 🌆

ariseru — yesterday ⏪

crasi — tomorrow ⏩

calendariu — calendar 🗓️

Write a paragraph (or more) based around the word / one sentence containing the word

Oi no tengu tempus po arreposai!

#langblrwotdchallenge #langblr #sardinia #sardinian langblr #sardinian language #language learning #studyblr #study blog #uni student #uniblr

[anisaanisa]

❌ what’s a trope you will never write?

👀 Tell me about a WIP please

She's beauty, she's grace, she's @livinginthefifthdimension ✨

❌ what’s a trope you will never write?

Apart from the ones I've already mentioned, I don't think I'd write Animal Transformation. It's fairly common for Inuyasha and I've seen it done well before, but I try to focus on the qualities that make him a Person™, and marry it with the inhuman. Therefore probably wouldn't turn him into a dog, because it would be ✨reductive✨ to the cause.

👀 Tell me about a WIP please

WHICH ONE? I have so many on rotation and at least 5 of them are stuck on the last leg of the editing cause I hate that part. The one I'm trying to read with objective eyes is a third part of Three's Company and something I don't usually do: pregnancy. Crasy, I know.

Thank you for the emojis, my love 🥰😘💓

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask Game 💌

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[nazukisser]

i am almost at the 30th pageversary of swf das crasy (swf is almost 30 pages in the document i am writing it on)

#qian talks

[reedreadsgreek]

John 17:9–12

9 Ἐγὼ περὶ αὐτῶν ἐρωτῶ, οὐ περὶ τοῦ κόσμου ἐρωτῶ ἀλλὰ περὶ ὧν δέδωκάς μοι, ὅτι σοί εἰσιν, 10 καὶ τὰ ἐμὰ πάντα σά ἐστιν καὶ τὰ σὰ ἐμά, καὶ δεδόξασμαι ἐν αὐτοῖς. 11 καὶ οὐκέτι εἰμὶ ἐν τῷ κόσμῳ, καὶ αὐτοὶ ἐν τῷ κόσμῳ εἰσίν, κἀγὼ πρὸς σὲ ἔρχομαι. πάτερ ἅγιε, τήρησον αὐτοὺς ἐν τῷ ὀνόματί σου ᾧ δέδωκάς μοι, ἵνα ὦσιν ἓν καθὼς ἡμεῖς. 12 ὅτε ἤμην μετʼ αὐτῶν ἐγὼ ἐτήρουν αὐτοὺς ἐν τῷ ὀνόματί σου ᾧ δέδωκάς μοι, καὶ ἐφύλαξα, καὶ οὐδεὶς ἐξ αὐτῶν ἀπώλετο εἰ μὴ ὁ υἱὸς τῆς ἀπωλείας, ἵνα ἡ γραφὴ πληρωθῇ. 

My translation: 

9 “Concerning them I ask; not concerning the world I ask but concerning the ones whom you have given to me, for they are yours, 10 and all things mine are yours and the things yours are mine, and I have been glorified in them. 11 And I am no longer in the world, and yet they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, guard them in your name, which you have given to me, in order that they might be one just as we are. 12 When I was with them I guarded them in your name which you have given to me, and I protected them, and not one of them was lost if not the son of loss, in order that the writing might be filled.” 

Notes:

17:9 

As in 16:26, περὶ = ὑπέρ (“on their behalf”, NASB, NRSV; NIV, HCSB: “for them”). αὐτῶν refers to “the men whom you gave me out of the world” (v. 6). ἐγὼ is the emphatic subject of the present ἐρωτῶ (from ἐρωτάω). The meaning of ἐρωτάω here is close to αἰτέω (i.e., “I ask [a favor]” rather than “I ask [a question]”). 

The οὐ ... ἀλλὰ construction contrasts the objects of Jesus’s prayer. 

περὶ = ὑπέρ. The prepositional phrase περὶ τοῦ κόσμου modifies the negated present οὐ ἐρωτῶ (from ἐρωτάω). 

περὶ = ὑπέρ. The prepositional phrase περὶ ὧν modifies ἐρωτάω above. The relative pronoun ὧν is its own antecedent, short for τούτων οὕς (“those whom”), where the relative is attracted to the case of its antecedent, which is then omitted. The relative pronoun is the direct object of the perfect δέδωκάς (from δίδωμι). μοι is the indirect object of the verb. 

ὅτι is causal. σοί (nominative plural masculine form of possessive adjective σός) is predicate after the present εἰσιν (from εἰμί). 

17:10 

καὶ is best left untranslated (ZG). 

The neuter plural possessive adjective ἐμὰ (from ἐμός) is attributive with the substantival τὰ ... πάντα, which is the subject of the present ἐστιν (from εἰμί) and the neuter plural possessive adjective σά (from σός) is predicate. Neuter plural substantives generally take a singular verb. The neuter substantives appear to be instances of the neuter used to refer to a collective whole of persons (those given to Jesus by the Father), given the context of the masculine αὐτοὶ in verse 8. 

καὶ is adversative (“yet”). 

πάντα is implied with τὰ σὰ, which is the subject of an implied ἐστιν with ἐμά as predicate. 

The perfect δεδόξασμαι (from δοξάζω) is modified by the instrumental prepositional phrase ἐν αὐτοῖς. If τὰ ἐμὰ and τὰ σὰ above are instances of the neuter used as a collective whole of persons, then αὐτοῖς is masculine and refers to his disciples/followers. 

17:11 

The temporal adverb οὐκέτι modifies the futuristic present εἰμὶ, as does the locative prepositional phrase ἐν τῷ κόσμῳ (NIV: “I will remain in the world no longer”). 

αὐτοὶ (referring to “the men You gave me out of the world”) is the subject of the present εἰσίν (from εἰμί) which is modified by the locative prepositional phrase ἐν τῷ κόσμῳ. 

κἀγὼ (a crasis of καὶ + ἐγώ) is the subject of the futuristic present ἔρχομαι, which is modified by the spatial prepositional phrase πρὸς σὲ. 

The noun πάτερ and attributive adjective ἅγιε are vocative. 

The direct object of the aorist imperative τήρησον (from τηρέω) is αὐτοὺς, referring to αὐτοὶ above. The aorist-tense of the verb may suggest a one-time guarding, perhaps referring to Satan’s onslaught at the time of the crucifixion; on the other hand, τηρέω is often used in the aorist tense of non-indicative moods to indicate action that is not punctiliar (e.g., “If you keep my commandments”, 15:10). The imperative is modified by the prepositional phrase ἐν τῷ ὀνόματί σου (NASB: “keep them in Your name”). If the prepositional phrase is locative, the meaning could be, “keep them (true) to Your name”, i.e., “keep them in the faith”. Most translations, however, take it as instrumental, with ὄνομα referring to divine power (HCSB: “protect them by Your name”; NET: “keep them safe in your name”; NIV: “protect them by the power of your name”). ICC says the “name” of God here refers to ‘His revealed character as Fatherly Providence’; ZG: ‘the whole revelation of God in Christ’. The case of the relative pronoun ᾧ has been attracted to the case of its antecedent (τῷ ὀνόματί); we would have expected ὅ, as the direct object of the perfect δέδωκάς (from δίδωμι). μοι is the indirect object of the verb. The point of the clause is that God’s name, i.e., His power and identity, are shared by the Son. 

ἵνα + subjunctive indicates purpose with τηρέω above. The unexpressed subject of the present subjunctive ὦσιν (from εἰμί) is the same as αὐτοὶ above. The numeral ἓν is the predicate nominative. The neuter is used to refer to a collective unity (cf. πᾶν in v. 2). 

The clause introduced by the comparative καθὼς modifies εἰμί above. ἡμεῖς is the subject of an implied ἐσμεν, and the predicate ἓν is implied. 

17:12 

The clause introduced by the temporal particle ὅτε modifies τηρέω below. The imperfect ἤμην (from εἰμί) is modified by the associative prepositional phrase μετʼ αὐτῶν. 

ἐγὼ is the emphatic subject of the imperfect ἐτήρουν (from τηρέω) and αὐτοὺς the direct object. For ἐν τῷ ὀνόματί σου ᾧ δέδωκάς μοι, see note on verse 11. The imperfect tense of the verb denotes an ongoing protection while Jesus was with his disciples, contrasting with the aorist-tense in verse 11. 

αὐτοὺς above is also the direct object of the aorist ἐφύλαξα (from φυλάσσω “I watch, guard, protect”). Context suggests a similar meaning for this verb as τηρέω above (NASB, NRSV, HCSB: “I guarded them”; NIV: “kept them safe”; NET: “watched over them”). 

The substantival οὐδεὶς, modified by partitive prepositional phrase ἐξ αὐτῶν, is the subject of the aorist middle ἀπώλετο (from ἀπόλλυμι; in the mid.: “I perish, am ruined”). 

εἰ μὴ is, “except”, giving an exception to οὐδεὶς ἐξ αὐτῶν above. 

ἡ ἀπώλεια (18x), from ἀπόλλυμι, is “destruction, waste”, “annihilation, ruin” (BDAG). ὁ υἱὸς, modified by descriptive genitive τῆς ἀπωλείας, is the subject of an implied ἀπώλετο. The phrase “son of” denotes characterization, total association with something; ZG: ‘any kind of intimate relation to a person or thing’. It is difficult to reproduce in English the wordplay between cognates ἀπόλλυμι and ἀπώλεια; possibilities include “lost” & “loss”, “ruined” & “ruin”, “destroyed” & “destruction”, but none of these is wholly satisfactory (NASB: “perished” & “perdition”). NRSV does best with “not one of them was lost except the one destined to be lost” (requiring the addition of the verb “destined”). 

ἵνα + subjunctive indicates purpose. ἡ γραφὴ is the subject of the aorist passive subjunctive πληρωθῇ (from πληρόω). ICC suggests the reference is to Psalm 41:9 (40:10 LXX).

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