[paegn]

a roleplay blog for 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧, a character from 𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝟒. independent / highly selective / private.

jett + he/him + 21 + pst

carrd  + interest tracker. + pin board + playlist.

[paegn]

doin ye olde exodus, message me if u want the you know what

[paegn]

doin ye olde exodus, message me if u want the you know what

[paegn]

anyway. last post about this because i don’t like drama on my own blog.

if you are going to disrespect my boundaries so obviously and intensely, its a block. if you are homophobic, transphobic or any lgbt-phobic, its a block. these things are in my rules. it’s clear to me that my rules were not read.

i think it’s extremely childish that homophobic and ableist remarks were made about me because i had, and rightfully so, made a post about not stealing gifs that I, MYSELF had made.

read my rules and dont be a piece of garbage. it’s that simple.

[paegn]

weirdo

[idi0twind-deactivated20231219]

put ur films that absolutely should NOT be comfort films in the tags

[paegn]

this dlc just means pagans relationship with gary is a secret

[far-crying-myself-to-sleep]

I for one welcome our bisexual tyrant king 

[paegn]

PAGAN HAS DRAGONS INLAID IN THE MATERIAL ON HIS JACKET

[paegn]

MI GONNA PASS OUT

[paegn]

PAGAN HAS DRAGONS INLAID IN THE MATERIAL ON HIS JACKET

[paegn]

pagna jks isi .. hhes ..

[queen-min]

Pagan's idle animation in Control

this continues to be surreal

[queen-min]

At least there's that

[gsyc520]

[paegn]

pagan (real)

[skiesking]

and when i see your face i know i must protect our place

[paegn]

for @resistancesought

     i need new shoes. the heels are starting to stick to the backs of my socks and it’s really pissing me off. oof – who just bumped into me? why is everyone so irritating today? christ, and the library door is open. of-fucking-course. who the hell–

     his thoughts stop, and his eyes survey the sight with a scrutinizing eye. frown presses into a thin line as he turns into the room, arms now crossed tightly against his chest. there she is, pressed into one of the loveseats, a book opened in her lap and sun shining through the window and directly onto her face. the sight of the tarun matara in such a state makes pagan’s stomach churn with such a confusing emotion that it nearly makes him sick. what is this? surely not … he doesn’t swing this way. 

     before he can stop himself, his feet are moving as quick as they can towards her, padding softly against the red carpet. he stops in front of her, his hand outstretched to push a strand of hair from her face. his own actions make him frown and he tuts. what the hell is happening? the tight feeling in his chest won't go away. ❝ ishwari. ❞ he wants to protect her, to pick her up and carry her to his own bedroom to lay her down to rest. she looks so comfortable, it’s almost a crime to disturb the sleeping goddess. ❝ it’s time to wake up. it’s almost after hours. i don’t want you to get locked in. ❞