#sorry for how long it took to answer anon

[saymio]

can i have a small blurb involving thanos being obsessed with his and the reader’s height difference, like how his hands are so large compared to her body and how she squirms around struggling to take his size .. thank you ! i love you and your writing :)

thanos blurb...consider this an appetizer before my inho fic..this is rushed and kinda bad doe </3 sorry anon

thanos is like 5'10-5'11, he's a pretty tall guy..so it wasn't hard to be shorter than him..and he loved that !1!1 whether its 2 inches or 9 he loves being tall than you, especially when he'd rearrange your insides^_^ I imagine him being 8inches, not super thick but its still something your cunt would have to get used to.

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first time you guys fuck would be magically for the both of you, he'd go HARD on u. feeling how tight and small your pussy felt, squeezing the large cock inside u: ( your loud moans and quiet whines, your small hands gripping at the covers of your shared bed. it turned him on so bad he just wanted to flip you over and ruin your insides... you gave him cuteness aggression and the only way it'd go away is to abuse your small body !!

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the both of you were cuddled up on his living room couch, random movies playing in the background to what felt like hours of making out and drinking. by now you were both at your breaking point and wanted a release.. you felt his long cold fingers walk their way down your stomach to the hem of your sweatpants, he didn't even wait for an answer before pushing his hands down further to your now dripping cunt. "fuck you're wet.." he basically moaned into your ear as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, not caring to be gentle with your sensitive clit. "w-wait..a-..feels good stoop oh.." your head dropped to his shoulders, your small hands reaching to his arms as a way to steady yourself from the pleasure. "be gen- ah~ be gentle please.." you gave him big pleading eyes..it was your first time after all..you weren't used to this kind of touch... but he just laughed in your face. why date him if you expected him to be gentle? he's held back for months, held back from flipping your small body over while you slept. he held back from fucking you stupid.. and now that hes this close to doing it, you tell him to be gentle? what a joke...

"w-wait wait wait OH god... wait please please please oh- god" your moans, your whines, they blessed thanos' ears as he fucked you. large hands gripping your smaller waist, he was admiring how cute you looked under him. "you look so hot right now, did you know that y/n? you look so small n vulnerable....so cute.." you just whined back to him, you were barely even able to make a coherent sentence..you were too focused on how good his cock felt inside your tight hole, squirming and whining..he loved it so much. he loved seeing you struggle to take his size, he loved watching how small you were compared to him. he reached his left hand to your hair, grabbing a chuck of it to pull.. "takin me so well, you're such a good little girl..does it feel good?" his pace went faster, sloppier, you knew he was getting close and..so were you. you whined and hummed, nodding your little head as much as you could because of the position you were in. "yeah yesyesyesh...feels sogood~ love it s'much feel so good" your eyes rolled back, a wave of heat took over your body as you arched your back and pushed your ass back into Thanos, forcing his length deeper into your core.. "fuck, cum baby. cum for me..be a good girl ggodd yes.." you let out a loud mewl, cumming on his large cock..leaving a translucent ring as he fucked his own cum deeper into your pussy... "feel s'good...wan more...wan more" you giggled out as your body gave up under you..leading to Thanos holding you up himself.. "fuck..good girl...so small and obedient.. love you so much baby...love you sososo much..."

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gulp this was rushed and not proof read..sorry guys T T I promise the inho fic is coming soon maybe..and will be 10x as better..hopefully....

[hoondrop]

i kind of see sunoo as a mean dom or switch may i request for an idol!bf coming home to you after an overseas concert :000

anon,, yess!! I see it too!! he fits the mean dom agenda so we'll i love it!!

You barely heard the door shut before you felt it; the heavy, electric silence that followed his presence. You looked up from the bed, heart skipping, and there he was.

Sunoo, fresh off a flight, still in black jeans and a slightly rumpled designer coat, eyes dark and unreadable.

You barely had time to breathe his name before he crossed the room and pushed you flat against the bed, his body hovering, lips brushing your ear.

"Spamming me with naughty pictures and videos? knowing I was flying home tonight?” His voice was low, accusing, almost amused. “You missed me that badly, baby?”

You opened your mouth to answer but he was already on you. his mouth hot, demanding, leaving bruises down your neck as his hands dragged the hem of your nightshirt up.

“You think I would just let you be?” he growled against your skin, his thigh pressing between yours, grinding. “Acting sweet while your fingers were in your panties, huh?”

You whined, hips lifting instinctively, but Sunoo grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. “Nuh-uh, not tonight. You don’t get to touch me... not yet. You’re gonna lie there and take everything I give you. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, Sunoo.”

He clicked his tongue. “Try again.”

“Yes, Sir."

A wicked gleam paired with his condescending distracts you as his other hand slips down, teasing, stroking the slick heat between your thighs through your panties.

“Such a filthy girl,” he murmured, peeling the fabric down unbearably slow. “So wet just from the sound of my voice?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He was not in the mood for patience, slow reverent intimacy. Not after the stunt you had pulled.

He slid two fingers into you, curling them just right, watching your face with hungry eyes. “You missed this. Say it.”

“I missed you,” you gasped. “I missed this — your hands, your cock—”

Sunoo chuckled darkly and sat up just enough to free himself, his length flushed and already hard. “Beg for it, baby. Let me hear how needy you are. How desperate.”

“Please, Sir. I need you. I’ve been good—I didn’t touch myself—I just need to feel you, please…”

He scoffs, pulling his hand back, letting it hit against your thigh, the flesh jiggling a bit at the force. "Lying to my face, baby?"

You find your hair wrapped around his palm, tugging and pulling on it to bring you closer to his face, a moan leaving your pretty lips at the pull.

"Want me to pull up all the nasty videos you sent? You can hear your cunt squelching.. god, you're such a wet slut for me, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, Sir... fuck.. please, I'm sorry.." you cry out, wanting nothing more than to be stretched around his cock. You missed the feeling of it - of him so bad.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve waited so long — now let me remind you who you belong to.”

He thrust into you in one hard stroke, groaning at the feel of you clenching around him. “Mine,” he hissed. “Say it.”

“Yours, Sunoo — all yours, only yours.”

He didn’t hold back after that.

He pounded into you relentlessly, one hand around your throat, the other tangled in your hair, your moans filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping skin. He took you like he owned you, like the weeks away had been agony and you were the only cure.

When he finally let you come, it was only when he said so. and the orgasm tore through you like lightning, leaving you shaking, ruined, full of him.

Still, he wasn’t done.

“Don’t fall asleep, princess,” he whispered against your neck, hips still grinding slowly. “You think one round’s enough after how long I’ve been gone?”

He smirked when he felt you twitch under him.

“Good. Because I’m not stopping until you can’t say anything but my name"

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Hii! Dunno if ur taking requests, but wanted to ask if u could write how would the boys react to mc lifting them up without falling or sum, like mc being really strong...🙂‍↕️

Yay! My first request on this blog!! Thanks Anon for the request and sorry it took so long. This was super fun :D Without further ado, Part 1 of this scenario....

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You (MC) remind the guys that your profession requires strength.

Part 1: The Rafayel and Zayne Editions!

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Rafayel

“Don’t you think this sounds incredibly suspicious?” you frown, securing your comms in your ear, “That invitation was super cryptic, are you sure this is the guy Thomas was talking about? Because I don’t imagine he’d willingly put his most prolific client on the line, no matter how ostentatious he may be.”

“Ostentatious?” Rafayel snorts, tossing you an offended look over his shoulder as he adjusts his collar, “Thomas wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he lost me. I complete him.”

“You’re avoiding answering my question,” you grimace, “What are we really doing here? Do you have any idea who this man is? And he just goes by the name The Curator? Isn’t that weird?”

“Hmm, it is weird. But doesn’t it make you even a little curious?”

You give him a long look before shrugging, “Clearly you think something is going on if you’re dragging me along.”

“Nah, just think of it as an eccentric date night, huh, Cutie?”

“Who needs their bodyguard to go with them on a date night?” you whine. When he spins around, he surprises you with eyes sparkling with so much adoration that your complaints die in your throat.

“Come on. It’s gonna be great.”

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“Mr. Rafayel, please be reasonable. The Curator specifically requested you and you alone, and—”

“And what? If he wants me to go, he should be just fine with having my bodyguard along as well,” he says, tilting his head impatiently, “He’s lucky I came at all.”

While the guard who speaks to Raf stumbles all over his words, you watch as the quieter guard slips inside the room. A moment later, he returns and murmurs something to his still-fumbling companion. Lowering his head, the silent guard gives you and Raf a look over before gesturing to the room.

“Thank you, Mr. Rafayel, for your patience. I apologize for the delay.”

“Yeah, well, you should be lucky things didn’t get out of hand. My bodyguard would have chewed you up and spit you out in a minute flat.”

Though it’s hard to keep your flat expression, you manage well. And when you follow Rafayel into the room, you hear the two guards murmuring behind you.

Though your hair is standing on end with anticipation, Rafayel strolls into the room so casually it’s as if he were walking into his own studio.

The room is grand, with pillars from floor to ceiling, every wall layered with beautiful works of art, and luxurious furniture arranged on plush rugs as if one frequently entertained guests here. But the mysterious benefactor who has summoned your boyfriend doesn’t seem to be interested in meeting him here.

Another door, another set of guards, and, finally, you and Raf are face to face with The Curator.

He’s a tall man, an extremely thin man, with long, spindly fingers steepled in front of his face. It’s almost comical, how much of a villain this man looks. That this man is the owner of such a beautiful collection, of such a contrastingly colorful home, doesn’t fall flat on your sense of irony.

“Good evening, Mr. Curator,” Rafayel greets him.

“Rafayel Qi,” he acknowledges with a slight hum, “We finally meet. It’s a pleasure, although I wasn’t expecting us to have company.”

“That’s just my bodyguard, pay them no mind.”

The Curator’s sharp gaze considers you for a long moment before he looks back toward Rafayel, “Was there something I did that made you feel the need to bring your bodyguard along?”

“Not particularly,” he says dismissively, “So tell me, Curator… to what do I owe the pleasure of being summoned to your beautiful manor? After having a look around, I’m beginning to understand the significance of your title.”

The Curator continues to look over Rafayel with an appraising gaze that makes you even more uneasy. Finally, he clears his throat and folds his hands on the desk, “I hear you are someone worth knowing if one wants to know more about the ancient kingdom of Lemuria."

Peering around the room, you take in how different this office space is from the other rooms you’d passed in this manor. It’s unsettling, how dark the furniture is here, how dim the lights are. How much… cheaper things look in this room. Replaceable, unlike the prized possessions outside this door. If you had to guess, you’d assume this was some kind of decoy office. But why would anyone need to set up such a guise?

You take a tiny, nearly imperceptible step closer to Rafayel, quickly focusing in on the conversation being held.

“We won’t be having any problems, will we Mr. Qi?”

“Problems? From me? I’m just an artist. I paint stunning pieces of abstract art for a living,” he says, looking down at his fingernails, “I wouldn’t know how to put one of your men down. Not even if you handed me an extremely in-depth file of all kinds of blackmail that could be used against them—both by the government, or by the several other businessmen’s associates whose pals have been swindled or disappeared by them.”

The Curator stands abruptly, his eye twitching. Rafayel merely smiles.

The door bursts open and your flight instinct takes over as you grab hold of Rafayel’s wrist, dragging him toward you and pulling him over your shoulders as the door bursts into flames behind them.

The sounds of yelling and angry, heavy footsteps ring in your ears, but you don’t pause your stride for a single second, pushing away heavy curtains on the opposite wall to reveal a large balcony with stairs, streaks of red fire randomly appearing in your periphery. Still, you don’t stop until you have made it out of the manor, plopping Raf onto his feet as he instantly slides into the car and starts the engine. It revs to life and the shouting men point their guns at you as he peels out, gravel flying out from under the tires, their guns focused on you before…

Boom!

Something in that decoy office explodes and the far end of the manor begins to crumble in on itself.

Your heart pounds as you turn and look at Rafayel, whose eyes are focused on the rearview mirror, making sure the two of you aren’t followed. He drives in silence for a while, until he’s finally certain you two are safe from any immediate danger. You look at him in surprise when he suddenly pulls over and throws the car into park.

“You just blew that manor up,” you breathe.

He snorts, letting out an exasperated laugh, “And you literally carried me out of that place like a doll!”

You two look at each other, eyes wide with leftover adrenaline, and you burst into belly-aching laughter.

“That was insane!”

“I truly wasn’t expecting you to do that, Cutie. But I had to just go with the flow.”

“You knew something was going on all along. Thomas never sent you there.”

“Of course he didn’t. But now you know why I needed to bring my Bodyguard along. What would I have done without you?”

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Zayne

“What about my personality makes you think I would ever want my feet to be anything other than planted firmly on the ground?”

You snort and pout, draping your arms around his waist as he continues to walk through the kitchen, putting last night’s cups in the cupboard while you hang from him. You had woken up to find Zayne still dressed in his pajamas, tidying up the dishes you two had left in the kitchen from dinner last night. You desperately want to try something you’d seen in a viral video before falling asleep last night, and he’s adamantly against it, like usual.

“Think of it from a scientific angle.”

He frowns, “You want me to experiment on you?”

“As if you don’t already have a bunch of hypotheses about me and my ‘bizarre habits’,” you mumble, trying to become even more dead weight around his waist, attempting to slow him down. But he continues moving around the kitchen like no big deal, causing you to slip off of him and scramble after him, reattaching yourself to his hip.

“Hm…” he murmurs, then finally stops, reaching down and gently grabbing your arm, unwrapping it from around him, and pulling you up to look him in the eye, “Tell me truthfully, why do you want to do this?”

Biting your lip, you consider brushing it off as nothing for a second, only to give in the moment you look back up at him.

You sigh heavily, feeling your throat tighten a little, “The other night, when I took some overtime, I read a report from a past incident. There were two Hunters, partners, a man and a woman. At one point during the battle the man went down from an injury. It wasn’t life-threatening, but… she wasn’t able to get him somewhere safely on time and he ended up…”

Tears fill your eyes and you blink them away, only to find Zayne looking down at you with a faint smile.

“It’s not funny, Zayne! You often accept jobs in dangerous locations. Locations I’m sent out to as well! I need to know that if something were to happen to you that I would be able to get you out.”

“And so you want to attempt to do some version of a carry or lift to take me from one room into the other?” he asks, still smiling faintly, though there is a slight edge to his voice now that hadn’t been there before.

“I’m being serious. This is very important to me,” you pout up at him.

His smile fades and he tenses up a little. Still looking down at you, he takes your face between his hands, “And what if you can’t do it? Are you going to force yourself to train even harder, despite your doctor’s orders?”

Biting down on your lip, you take a resolute stance, looking up at him with a new determination.

“I am not going to fail.”

He peers down at you for a few long seconds before releasing your face, standing up straight, and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Sighing deeply, he murmurs, “If we do this, please try to avoid passing by any mirrors. I’d like to keep some of my dignity intact.”

You squeal in excitement at his reluctant acceptance.

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In the living room, you wiggle in anticipation, “Alright, Zaynie, think light thoughts!”

“Is this technique scientifically supported or just more of your nonsense?”

“... Just lie down.”

He does as you order, trying his hardest to maintain that dignity he’d been speaking about by avoiding eye contact with you.

“Remember, it’s perfectly fine if you’re unable to do this. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad girlfriend, and it definitely doesn’t mean you’re a bad Hunter.”

“I appreciate what you’re saying. But I’m not gonna fail.”

He chuckles faintly and you take a deep breath, prepping yourself mentally for the task at hand. You create a fake scenario in your mind as motivation. You and Zayne had been trapped fighting Wanderers and he’d been hit by a massive blow that had knocked him unconscious. You got rid of the largest Wanderer and the biggest threat, but smaller Wanderers are spawning at an alarming rate. You have to get him out quick.

Once you’ve made up your scenario, you look down to see Zayne peering up at you with that familiar, faintly amused expression. Ignoring him, you steel your nerves.

“I’m gonna try a couple of different techniques to get a feel for which is better for me.”

“Do as you must.”

“Remember, you can’t assist me. I have to do this on my own.”

“You’ve been very clear about that point. Though I still think it is somewhat unnecessary. There is always the possibility that I’d be lucid enough to assist you somewhat.”

“There’s also the possibility that you wouldn’t be. We have to prepare for the worst-case scenario.”

“Very well. You may proceed.”

“Alright. Here we go,” you murmur, looking at him from all angles. You already know one technique might be much more difficult than the other, less so about the weight you’d be carrying, and more so due to the height differences. Though it might still be possible, you’d be putting in much more work than if you attempted to go another way.

You squat down a couple times, lifting his arms to get a feel of the weight of them, propping his knees up, and then setting them back down. He does his very best to stay still for you, though he appears to be fighting the urge to take over and do it himself.

When you finally get a feel of what you want to do, you squat down, arranging his limbs to reduce too much movement, and try to make him as compact as possible. You ignore the soft huff that comes from your boyfriend, as if he’s preparing himself to take a bump.

One second, he’s flat on his back. In the next, you’ve pulled him up and off the floor, your arm holding onto one of his arms and legs, his weight nearly completely supported across your shoulders.

You grunt triumphantly, taking one step, two steps… ten whole steps before you feel your legs start to wobble.

“I can’t make it into the next room.”

His voice is slightly strained when he instructs, “Set me on the couch.”

When you manage to do as he asked, his hair is ruffled, his face is flushed, his eyes are slightly wider than usual, and he completely avoids eye contact, clearing his throat into his fist as he nods, “Well…”

“I did it!” you celebrate, flopping down on the floor and rubbing your shaky legs, “I mean, I would have liked to get you to the other room, but this wasn’t bad for a first time. With a little more practice, I should be able to get it done in no time!”

“You are… always full of surprises,” he says, his ears turning even pinker as you move to sit beside him. Then his head rises slightly as he glances at you, “Wait, did you say ‘more practice’?”

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My first request!! I hope it turned out alright. Part II should be up soon, if I can get a minute to breatheeeee lol

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[midnight--sadness]

I just need smutty domestic Inhun fanfictions/headcanons, in which Inho and Gihun are rich husbands (Gihun is still mad at him because of the games but Inho forced him to marry him 🫶). Gihun is a rich bitch diva and a fashion icon like Ljj and Inho is toxic and obsessed with his malewife and fucks him in every location and position there is. On the yacht, in the hotel, on the coach, on the floor, because Inho can't wait any longer, in the kitchen while Gihun tries to cook ...

One day Gihun tries to wear white heels matching his suit as the two are at a gala for the rich. He stumbles, Inho helps him "I know you want to show off your gorgeous ankles but it's dangerous." Gihun: "It's not your business! 🙄" But in secret he loves Inhos obsession.

Gihun loves to make Inho furious. He often has his very sensitive tittis out so other men can look at them. Inho punishes him with a blowjob and hard 🍒-job afterwards. So that Gihun has to go out among the people again with tits covered with cum.

Inho always has his hand on Gihuns waist and guide him. He hates it when Gihun smiles at other people.

He loves it when Gihun puts on a little bit of make up

Do you or other anons have any headcanons with rich husbands?

anon, im so sorry it took me so long to answer this!! but i slept two hours in the last two days so i've been stressed to put it mildly 😭 but thankfully i finally crashed and slept for half the day so im good now 🙏

RICH HUSBANDS INHUN!!!!! 🫶🫶😩😩

gihun being a bitch diva who pretends to hate inho is so iconic bc that's exactly how i like him to act in canon. just snapping at inho and telling him he hates him and not listening to anything he says, but deep down he loves inho and hates himself for it.... it just makes the sex that much hotter too

inho is so possessive and jealous that, while he loves to show off gihun, he hates to have other ppl look at him. so it's a balancing act of keeping gihun away from everyone and then making sure everyone knows gihun belongs to him. it usually ends, like you said, with inho fucking gihun in whatever public space they are in 😌

i think that if they were rich husbands, inho would have some mysterious job he never tells gihun abt. i mean, gihun knows he works, he just doesn't know any specifics. he suspects its something that isn't exactly legal but he isn't going to worry abt it too much. they have more money than they can spend and gihun enjoys a life of luxury after having to struggle during his entire life to pay the bills.

[lokh]

what do you think toshiro's version of laios would've been like if he was still with the group during the shapeshifter shenanigans

there have been a few speculations in the tag and among the fans and they are all very good SO i am going to take this opportunity to insert a bit of my shipping bias as i like in my interpretation LMAO agdsfgdfgv

i noted that in actuality shuro seems to have a very good grasp on laios' character??? this is most obvious in the manga later on but even seeing how he criticises laios in their fight... iirc nothing he says is actually untrue or wildly exaggerated, and while he does express frustration over something he feels like laios Should have control over (noticing his cues), he is also aware that laios isnt being malicious and that hes Just Like That. what i mean to say is that while i think his version of laios may seem more pushy and in-your-face, i dont think it will be overwhelmingly so. if its post-fight, i think the idea of laios (and marcille) being willing to do anything to get falin back made a big impression on him, as well as the idea that they need to eat and rest in order to succeed in their goals, so those aspects would be prominent in his version. he seems pretty observant, so i think for the most part the physical traits would line up, but i think there would be specific things that stand out to him that would appear strangely striking on his version of laios (like. idk something about his eye colour or the subtle contrast of his armour and chainmail. he seems to have a weird sense of aesthetics if extras are anything to go by lmao). if hed actually been paying attention all those times laios had gone on about what the hell ever, then it might be even MORE hard to tell apart his version since he would also have a good grasp on what laios should know. so either his version of laios is pretty difficult to pick out, OR despite the character being accurate his appearance is too. stylised lmao (exaggerated features or something) OR!! they just get him to pull out his monster gourmet guide thing and are able to tell from there. iirc everyone was surprised at its appearance so its possible toshiro had also never seen it before

IN MY IMAGINARY SHIPPING SCENARIO............ lets say that his laios isnt able to be picked out immediately and that the monster guide thing also doesnt immediately occur to anyone. what the real laios Specifically notices is how close this other laios keeps getting to shuro. and hes like. ??? why is he getting so close to him, theres no way i get that close to him??? but no one else seems to be picking up on it as weird, so hes having a small crisis like do i REALLY get that close to him???? and now that hes on the outside he notices shuro subtly leaning away and he feels both a wave of shame and..... protectiveness??? (JEALOUSY??????) and he immediately steps in and grabs him like Hey!!! cant you see hes uncomfortable???? weve been through this already!!! and like. ok i cant believe im doing this again but i need to separate this into different endings

a) the whump route: i dont think shuro ever envisioned Actually Telling laios about his frustrations outside of being basically cornered into it. has he ever spoken up against what was expected of him?? has he ever been confrontational???? i think part of what held him back from expressing his frustrations, along with the cultural norms, could be fear of what the reaction would be. if he had done the same in any other aspect of his life (his family, his inheritance), i think he would expect disappointment, disapproval, more proof that he doesnt add up to expectation. to be honest i dont think he Truly believes that laios is the type of person to react like this. but it was strong enough to prevent him from acting and i think would be projected onto his image of laios. maybe fake!laios says something dismissive like Well if it really bothered him hed say something right? what, he cant even stand up for himself? cmon, shuro, prove that you cant handle it just like everything else. and thats pretty much the fastest giveaway that it isnt really laios. of course this would be a HUGE tonal departure from what the actual episode/chapter was, so:

b) the dumbass route: both laioses break into fisticuffs, and, yes.... barking. and so they speedrun the entire encounter as the shapeshifters true form appears and, after laios points out that thinking too hard about others versions of you can tear apart groups and peace of mind, they pointedly do not speak of it again. they think about it though. a LOT

c) the normal route: both laioses argue normal like and the group ends up being able to tell them apart because the fake laios goes on a little too long about how theyre all here for falin and everyones like ok its not like he DOESNT love his sister but.......... the rest of the scenario probably goes like canon, though then i would want to see what everyone Else thought of shuro

[freezybreezyy]

Axl is in the mood and takes revenge for Sol being so mean to him on the train, stops time by booping his nose and tackles him ,

heehee

their previous encounter, for reference -> https://www.tumblr.com/freezybreezyy/773049574730383360/sol-is-super-in-the-mood-but-theyre-in-some-sort

[myokk]

I’ve turned of anon asks for a little bit♥️

when I’m feeling more brave (not today) I’m going to clean through it and start responding to the nice messages I’ve gotten, and also start responding to dms again !!!!! 🫶

[averycutesalamander]

NO!! SNAKE BITE BOOTHILL I'LL FOREVER WAIT FOR YOI...... MY BELOVED

Silliness apart I 100% understand. I'll love anything you write. Can you give a taste of what ur writing right now? The 18k draft? I'm curious.....

by the way, do you think boothill would like whiskey? With 2 ice cubes?

-Snake Bite anon

edit: i wrote most of this like right when i got the ask (like two months ago i am SO sorry 💀) and meant to finish it immediately after but uhhh obviously that didnt happen. and in retrospect it is extremely funny how nervous i was to talk about this considering how bad my newest newest draft is. anyway here you go

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oh god anon the can of worms youve just opened.. 😭 im sort of nervous talking about it but. im too obsessed with it to not finish and post it eventually so i guess i should just rip off the bandaid now.

cw pseudoincest under the cut but HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

ok so for the record this is NOT MY FAULT. i was talking with (redacted) about how sad it is that one of my favorite writers sees him as an uncle. like, it's a familial thing. and we were joking like "well that wouldnt stop me lmao am i right guys" and it was all in good fun.

and then i started. Thinking About It. and entirely against my will my brain formed a plot. and at first i was just gonna write like a drabble or something to get it out of my system but uh. well.

yeah. so. yeah. so. ok. i know this looks bad but HEAR ME OUT. also spoilers for the first uhhhhh maybe half of the fic ?? two thirds of the fic???

ok so. this initially takes place before the IPC arrival. the reader gets adopted by one of his sisters when she's 5 because she was alone in the desert. she cant talk, and by the time she can, she doesnt remember what happened, so whatever. she meets boothill (who i am presently calling ahiga because i literally could not dodge around the name for that long) when she's 7 and LET ME EMPHASIZE THAT IT IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC AT THAT POINT. 100% PLATONIC. THERE IS NO GROOMING IN THIS FIC. OR UNDERAGE. ZERO. ZIP. ZILCH.

so reader is like.. cripplingly lonely with some major attachment issues. her mama's farm is pretty far from everyone else and there aren't many kids her age in the family, so she doesn't have many connections when she's younger. and she's a quiet kid, so she doesnt get much attention from the rest of her relatives. boothill can kinda see this to some degree, and i think hes sort of acquainted with loneliness (although his is largely self-inflicted at this point) so he kinda goes out of his way to include her in stuff and be nice to her. NOT in a creepy way, just in a regular cool uncle way. he teaches her how to ride horses, gives her sweets when mama isnt looking, that kind of thing. they don't see each other all that often but it's enough that they have a pretty solid, positive relationship.

so when shes like 16 she forms a teeny tiny itty bitty crush on him. just like. a little thing. and shes VERY aware that that's fucked up and she should cut that out immediately, but the thoughts kind of linger. but like.. presumably that'll just.. iron itself out eventually. with time. it's fine.

and almost immediately after that the IPC shows up and shit goes down. she and mama get kicked off their ranch and have to go shelter with nick and graey, and in the next week or so many other relatives follow. boothill ends up dropping off his daughter (who im calling manaba in this fic for the sake of naming consistency) to join the rebellion. reader helps out with the war effort, does supply runs, that kinda thing. when the ipc finally gives the kill order, shes between towns, and since they're targeting population centers, she escapes the direct blasts and shelters in a river to avoid the ensuing wildfires.

not everyone is so lucky, obviously. no one in her family (that she knows of) survives. some shit happens, but she ends up getting picked up by a group of survivors. skipping the details, several years go by. she doesnt really make any new friends, and the loneliness sinks its teeth into her - so she relies on the past to keep her grounded. the memories of her mom feel too painful, but her memories of her uncle feel.. safer. kinder, in a way. and in the back of her head, that tiny crush starts to fester. subconsciously, she starts to feed it, because the loneliness is ripping her apart, and this weird fucked up little fantasy feels like the safest way for her to keep it at bay. it's not a conscious thing, though. she's actively disgusted and disturbed by it every time it crosses her mind. it just kind of.. stews in the background.

she starts sleeping around to sate that loneliness. "There's a void in you that you haven't managed to fill. Something about having someone's hands on you makes the ache a little quieter, a little more manageable, but not by much." it's not born out of love, or any kind of affection - just a feral sort of desperation.

she never really feels like her partners fit her. when she finally realizes that shes chasing people with features that remind her of her dead fucking uncle, she promptly declares herself a freak forever and sentences herself to celibacy until she can figure out whatever the fuck is wrong with her brain.

she ends up leaving the planet, because staying is too painful. im a little foggy on the details here, but tldr she finds a mentor and gets into the tech scene, then the hacking scene, then starts doing what she can do fuck with the ipc wherever possible, etc etc. somehow, experiencing the impossible vastness of the universe, being surrounded by a functionally infinite amount of people, feels more lonely than ever. she's just kind of adrift in the world - sending money back home to help people make end's meet, generally just trying to find a reason to live beyond fear. there's a storm of emotions brewing inside of her - the hatred and the terror and the grief. she does all she can to spite the IPC, but it never feels like enough. it never feels like it does any good.

and then, years after the massacre, she's at a bar meeting with a client, and she sees him, and he sees her. and she's thinking "holy fucking shit that's my dead uncle" and he's thinking "holy fucking shit that's my dead niece" and they reunite and stuff. very heartwarming, very sweet, lots of tears (well. from her at least. he can't partake obviously 💀) and they start catching up over drinks.

and that's when he tells her his mission - that he knows who pulled the trigger, and who was behind the slaughter of their people. and she latches onto that HARD, because now she has a specific target for her emotional turmoil instead of the vague, amorphous concept of "the company." etc etc etc they agree to team up because he could use someone to help with behind-the-scenes stuff. and also because it's really nice to have someone around from home. so they exchange contact info and stuff, yay yay yippee

so they chat more, and they drink more, and reader maaaaaybe kinda sorta drinks a little too much. more than a little, actually. more than enough that her hold on her inner monologue slips and she starts thinking about how pretty he is. and suddenly that dormant little harmless crush that she was subconsciously feeding is swinging back around with a vengeance, because now it's real, and he's here, and he's ALIVE, and god did his lips always look that soft or-

and. well. eventually she uh. she might maybe kinda sorta ask if she can kiss him. and then processes the words that just came out of her mouth and starts CRYING because what the FUCK is wrong with her. and he like.. never addresses it directly. he just calms her down and makes sure she gets back to her hotel room and fucking DIPS.

BUT THE THING IS. THE THING IS. SHE WAKES UP THE NEXT MORNING. AND DOESN'T REMEMBER DOING IT. SO NOW HE KNOWS!! BUT SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT HE KNOWS!!!! AND THEY HAVE TO ACT NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

so the next bit is kinda loose and im probably gonna tweak some things. but. but. they have to go on a mission together. and.

yeah. im. yeah. they have to go to a bdsm club. together. and im sure you can guess. where im going with that. theres a particular section from the club scene that has been absolutely CONSUMING ME but idk if i should share that yet jawhbdjahwdbjawbajd unless somebody asks nicely ig. but jesus christtttttttttt it makes me feel insane. this whole fic makes me feel insane. the ending makes me want to chew my hands off but we'll get there when we get there. fucking pray for me because im not seeing the gates of heaven with this one

[somegrumpynerd]

I read your post about if nightmare gives up his boys & my heart was aching so badly ;w;

Dadmare want what's best for his boys 😭

He does!! As much as he hates to admit it, they mean the world to him and he wants them all to be happy. Not only because of what they've done for him in helping him not hate the world anymore, but after all they've been through themselves.

Even if it meant he wouldn't see them anymore, he couldn't stand the idea that he was hurting them by keeping them trapped with him y'know? If you love somebody you have to let them go and be free. But also, maybe he could come and visit sometimes if they moved out? Or they could visit him? Please 🥺

Thankfully it doesn't come to that though, they like staying outside the castle sometimes for a little break but none of them plan on leaving, it's what they all consider home <3

Or, as Dust would put it if Nightmare asked, "we haven't paid rent in like 6 years, what kind of idiot would move out??"

[whump-in-the-closet]

Have you ever imagined being in the situations that whumpees in whump go through, or would you like to?"

hey anon! short answer? yeah, I have imagined myself in the same situations I put my whumpees in— I kind of need to in order to for my writing process. How would I react if I was trapped with someone who wanted information? What details would I notice? does the zip tie cut against skin, is the light swinging or still, what’s louder, my breathing or my heartbeat? How would I panic, would i try to stay calm, what kind of front would I put up? How would I feel physically and emotionally? So being able to imagine the scenario as the whumpee lets me flesh out the scenes and the characters.

But I wouldn’t want to actually be in the situation™️ or experience the shit I put my whumpees through. I will say that my answer isn’t universal and some people would for varying reasons and it’s a normal thing!

[dykedvonte]

More Benny/main three chairmen HCs? 🥺

I like can't remember what I've already said so if some repeat pls don't be mad:

Tommy occasionally thinks of trying to branch out industry wise and maybe do a tour but he's paranoid about leaving Vegas

None of them really picked up chems before the Strip. It's not a taboo but getting body issues or withdrawal while having to wander around the Mojave wastes is not bueno.

Swank is well liked by the other casinos even if he doesn't care for them. He's always cordial mainly cause he's scared of being killed or cooked by the other two

Benny has very nice handwriting. He can mimic script but he can't read it.

Tommy practically lives in the theater due to how busy he always is and it's kinda treated as a separate establishment. House sends messages to him (not Ben or Swank) about its entertainers

Honestly, if Benny had told them sooner they may have helped him but at the same time they would've been pissed he's already back on his bullshit

Swank misses the old days the most and Tommy the least. His only complaint is the songs don't hit the same as they did with outside acoustics.

Swank, Tommy, and Benny have matching tattoos from the Boot Rider days that signified they were like a set scouting team (Pls don't ask of what I am still ironing that out)

Any ending where Benny is killed Swank mourns as I feel they were super close. Tommy isn't indifferent but he always half-joked Benny's ambition would lead him to an early grave.

That table at lunch where you can hear them talking super loud and it's all the juiciest gossip but they don't care cause it's not about them

Tallest is Swank shortest is Benny

They are loyal to the Chairmen and follow House's instructions but if House did catch Benny and want him brought in they would've helped him escape

Tommy lost his eye from a cazadore attack. I do not think I have to explain what happened (also a big reason he is least nostalgic)

Only Tommy is good at gambling, Benny bluffs too much and Swank never trusts his own hands

All their suits are gaudy and they only act like Benny's is the worst cause he has copies. Swank has an atrocious pinstripe suit and Tommy's is like chromatic. Eye sores, all of them

They are wary of House and Benny's relationship cause while Benny doesn't notice House's weird sentiments about him they do. It's little things about how Benny mentions House compares him to a son and successor and how much stress he puts the Tops under. They prefer House's silence to his usual "doting" just cause it's less weird and Benny seems more himself when he's not actively checking in with House

Benny trusts their judgement a lot more than he'd ever let on and a lot of his choices as the Head of the Chairmen come from taking their little comments into consideration

Uhh i hope this is adequate. I had to lock into NV head space sense I'm jumping around the games and franchise lore.

[theotterpenguin]

what’s your take on zutara being “you’re the wind, i’m in the water”. i’ve heard k@t@@ngs saying it’s clearly about their ship bc their elements are air and water but isn’t that a very surface level of understanding of the lyrics?

anon, i adore you for this ask because i love chemtrails over the country club (and lana's music in general).

i'm not surprised that people would try to apply this song to katara and aang because yes, at a surface level it's relevant to them for obvious reasons (water vs. wind), but i agree that the lyrics have far more depth than this.

first, we have to look at the context of the lyrics within the song. "you're in the wind, i'm in the water" presents a romanticized view of the separation of two lovers, just as the two elements brush past each other but never become one. this theme of separation is seen throughout the rest of the song as lana contrasts the privileged bubble of suburbia with the harsh reality of society, the darkness lurking behind a beautiful front.

likewise, zuko and katara have similar character arcs that revolve around an awakening to the harsh truths of society. zuko learns that the beauty and the power of the fire nation is just a facade, hiding the extreme cruelty of its colonialism and imperalism that has hurt all people (which goes hand-in-hand with zuko unlearning the abuse from his father, the personification of the fire nation itself). katara's arc involves a similar type of awakening, as she unlearns some of the dichotomous thinking she's held around the fire nation. her experiences with jet, hama, the sexism of the northern water tribe, the fire nation village in the painted lady, and even zuko show her the complexities of the war and teach her that people aren't always as simple as "good" or "evil." essentially, both zuko and katara undergo parallel character arcs that fundamentally change their worldview, reflective of the theme of chemtrails over the country club.

additionally, the "wind" and "water" that symbolize the separation of the two lovers in the song is also reminiscent of zuko and katara's journey - the two characters that have been pitted against each other from the beginning of the show, their opposing goals of protecting the avatar vs. capturing the avatar, daughter of the chieftain of the southern water tribe vs. prince of the fire nation, and the two characters that end every season finale in an climactic fight scene (first on opposing sides, then on the same side). and if you want an even more bittersweet perspective, there's also the fact that they are doomed by the narrative, two lovers who never end up together in this lifetime, fated to be separated.

if we want to look further into the song, i've also seen the lyric "nobody's son, nobody's daughter" being superficially applied to aang and katara as they have both experienced loss, but again, in the context of the actual show, it's katara and zuko who are repeatedly paralleled with this connection of losing their mothers and being separated from their fathers. katara discusses her grief over losing kya with haru, jet, and aang, but it's only her and zuko's connection over this that carries actual narrative weight in the story. and katara is the only person that zuko discusses the loss of his mother with. so it only makes sense that all of these narrative parallels culminate in the southern raiders, an episode vital to katara's character arc in which zuko is a crucial supporting character. you could also argue this ties in with the overall theme of separation in the song - being separated from your parentage and having to forge your own path.

finally, as a fun little addition, one of the other lyrics in the song is "my moon's in leo, my cancer is sun." and hmm, who are the two characters we typically associate with the moon and sun? (hint: "you rise with the moon, i rise with the sun"). but wait - it goes even deeper than that. i am most definitely not an expert on zodiac signs, but according to some basic googling, leo (a fire element) is typically ruled by the sun, while cancer (a water element) is typically ruled by the moon. by switching up what elements we typically associate with the signs, lana is reflecting on the duality and the unpredictability of herself like how she reflects on the duality of society earlier in the song. and similarly, zuko and katara undergo dual character arcs bound by elemental symbolism. despite being a waterbender, katara also personifies the element of fire - the element of passion, power, and will - as she stands up against injustice and refuses to back down from a fight. and despite being a firebender, zuko's arc also personifies the element of water - the element of change and adaptability - as zuko's perception of himself, his father, and the fire nation changes over time. they are both water and fire, both moon and sun, both yin and yang.

[attaiii]

B and Z for the ask game? :D

B (a pairing-platonic, romantic or sexual-that you initially didn't consider, but someone changed your mind): shin-soukoku actually!! I just didn't particularly care about either character that much when I first started watching bsd but my ex bf at the time got rlly into them and dragged me into it with him

Z (just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!): I hate the treatment chuuya fans generally receive from the fandom. there is absolutely no winning. no matter what take you have or how you view him someone will yell at you about being "wrong" and "mischaracterizing" him, all while spinning on their heel to spout the same nonsense takes about dazai, fyodor, atsushi, etc. almost all discussion in fandom is nonsense and technically "wrong" because it's normally headcannons and random thoughts, so no one should be shammed for ANY take they have (obviously so long as it's not problematic). i've just noticed a specific holier than thou attitude from the fandom towards chuuya fans specifically and i'm not sure why liking an odd ginger man means now my takes and bad opinions should be held to a higher standard someone else's about dazais

[askthesageofwind]

Oh great Sage of Wind, knowing your profound connection to the wind and your extensive history with the bow, I am curious to hear your insightful judgment about something. When comparing the abilities of Link, Tulin, Revali, and Teba, who in your esteemed view, is the superior archer?

A question concerning the discipline of archery, and pitting Hylians against Ritos no less.

Under normal circumstances, I might find this comparison rather... unfair. After all, the bow is an extension of the wind for us Rito, it's in our very feathers, our very bones. To compare a grounded folk to a creature of the sky in our natural element of ranged combat... well, it brings a flutter of amusement to my spirit.

However, the Hylian in question is Link. And Link is, regrettably for my usual Rito pride, anything but normal. He is an exemplary individual, a phenomenon, really. His skill with the bow, even without our innate connection to the wind, is undeniable. At times, I've even mused that perhaps he received tutelage from a Rito warrior during his younger years, or that he lived with them for an extended period of time. His form and precision can sometimes possess a certain... Rito elegance, though I suspect it's simply his own extraordinary talent manifesting.

Now then. Let us consider the contenders you've named.

Young Tulin. He is my descendant, and possesses a raw talent with the bow that is truly remarkable for one so young. He can already harness the wind's power in ways that would make many older Rito envious. Yet, he is still a fledgling, only just beginning to truly understand the breadth of the sky and the patience required for true mastery. He has much growing to do, many more lessons to learn. And learn he will, not only from his father Teba, but also, interestingly enough, from Link, who has become a mentor figure to him in his own right. So, while promising, young Tulin for now, stands at the end of this particular ranking, due to his lack of seasoned experience.

Now, Link and Revali. This is where it becomes truly... fascinating. Revali, as I've come to learn, was very renowned among my people for his skill with the bow. He set records at the Flight Range that were thought unbreakable, conquered trials that were deemed insurmountable for anyone but himself to prove his worthiness to pilot Vah Medoh. His arrogance and pride was vast, certainly, however it was backed by genuine skill.

But then comes Link. A Hylian, without wings, without our inherent rapport with aerial archery, and he managed to achieve those very same accomplishments. He matched Revali's records, he faced the same trials and emerged victorious. It's quite humbling, frankly, to see one so different achieve such parity.

Adding to that, we Rito, despite our keen eyes for distance, suffer from rather poor night vision. It's a weakness we must contend with. Hylians, on the other hand, do not share this affliction. Taking that into account, Link would, ever so slightly, edge out Revali in a purely objective assessment across all conditions. But for all intents and purposes, they are, remarkably equal. Plus considering their rela... respectable interactions, I'm sure they both appreciate being equals.

However... there is Teba.

Teba. My other descendant. There is a quiet strength, a humble, almost stern demeanor about him that belies the sheer, terrifying skill he possesses with the bow. I have lived many centuries, I have seen countless Rito warriors in their prime. But I have never, seen a Rito capable of firing so many arrows, with such blistering speed, such unwavering accuracy, and such deadly intent, as Teba. It isn't just skill, it feels like a fundamental understanding of the bow's very soul. He is a storm of arrows, precise and relentless. I genuinely believe he doesn't fully comprehend the magnitude of his own ability. How far he's exceeded even the best of my people. But it does not change the truth. When it comes down to pure, unadulterated mastery and application of archery in combat, Teba is a cut above the rest. He surpasses Revali, he surpasses Link, and he certainly surpasses young Tulin, despite passing the torch to him.

So, in my seasoned judgment, Tulin has the potential, but still much to learn. Link and Revali being remarkably equal in their unique paths to mastery, with Link holding a tiny, practical edge. Teba is the superior archer amongst them. A quiet master of the bow, and a force of nature in his own right.

[ririsasy]

Thank you for answering my ask! Also, since you don't mind let me say;

That scene where Varadha lays his head on Deva's lap , especially the part where Deva puts his hand on varadha's chest, it is shown and shot through a veil-ish, net/rope whatever thingy which gives it an illusion of intimacy and privacy. Like there was no need for that split second scene but Mr. Blue directed it that way intentionally.

Also, Mr. Blue (in his barely colored world) really hammered it home with all the parallels between Varadha and Aadhya just to show that Varadha is the ideal one for Deva and not her. I loved that you talked about this too in your blog. You're doing amazing work with all the gifs and short fics. Kudos.

You are very welcome! You are right about the illusion of "veil" for privacy and intimacy, it was so damn intentional to make it more romantic. I mean look at the out of focus frame for a while letting the two men to have their time for themselves alone and we audiences shouldn't prey more for it. Add more with the fact that Deva keep looking down at Varadha's face inspecting him and even throwing his hand on Varadha's chest for a good measure. Like they're not just friends!! Friends didn't do what these two were doing. (I ASK YOU PRASHANTH NEEL HAVE YOU EVER LAY YOUR HEAD ON YOUR BESTFRIEND LAP while drunkenly called out his name . Wtf 😭😭) I refuse to believe with all my being that these two are not in love.

Rajamouli did the same thing in RRR by providing the "veil" during Ram and Bheem confession scene, just look at the shot above lmao that's intentionally gay your honor. 😭 I am so tired.

Also yes. Prashanth Neel consistently presented to us to our own faces that Aadhya got nothing on Varadha (the raw chili powder case and the don't touch my lover case) , Deva's true love interest. Haha if Prashanth planned on making Deva fall for Aadhya in Salaar 2 then he was making a bad job at convincing us in the first movie that there's something going on between them.

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I think part of the reason why everything not going according to the plan (see ugramm plot that got adaptated to Salaar) with Aadhya and Deva, it's because of Prithviraj Sukumaran himself 😂 Prashanth said in Rajamouli interview that he changed so many thing about their background and give more depth to Varadha and Deva's background relationship because of the way Prithvi act as Varadha. (I will make a comparison in another time how Varadha's Prithvi version take the spot of Aadhya role in Ugramm. Gosh this movie kicking my ass trying to crack code like fbi or anything 😂) ...

Also Prabhas basically said in that same interview that he fell in love more with Prithvi more than Shruti,

I know he meant as with their character. Prabhas is not a new actor he has played so many roles so he must be the one who knows the most how his own character would feel. So that's why when we watch Salaar we could feel how much Deva loves Varadha because that's exactly what Prabhas (and Prithviraj) were trying to convey about their characters. VARADEVA ARE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER 📢📢

So far we truly win with Salaar. Lgbtq movie representation as far as I am concerned 👏👏👏 😌😌

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(Thank you once again for appreciating my gifs and ficss...so far what's your favorite posts that I make? If I may know and what fic that you like most?👀👀 also Prashanth is called Mr. Blue? I didn't know that, why???)

[greennoobartist]

Can you clarify what you mean by you " don't support " lgbt+ in your bio please? It's worded rather awkwardly, as you say you believe everyone deserves respect and kindness as well. This is a genuine question/request.

Oh, hi anon! Sure, im always up for explaining everything that isn't clear. Im aware that my wording pretty much sucks but that's what you get when you've been antisocial for years and when English is your fluent language lol XD

Ok so, first lemme explain that part of not supporting LGBT:

Yes, i don't support it. By that I mean that i am NOT part of that community, so im NOT gay or lesbian or anything like that. Im simply straight and when it comes to sexuality, i keep that very simple. Simply straight without any complications. I don't even complicate with the pronouns and gender, so im a girl/female, pronouns she/her, sexulity straight, which means that when it comes to romantic attraction, im into men. When it comes to seeing LGBT content, i just find that weird, no offense. I don't like m/m and f/f ships, they're just disturbing for me so i don't like any ships of such kind. I understand that some people enjoy such content, but I just don't. It looks weird and it makes me feel uncomfortable. No offense of course, i just don't like it, that's all.

Im always am trying to keep that simple and I hope im doing it well.

Now for that "everyone deserves kindness" part:

Exactly as it sounds like :). Im a high believer that every single living organism on this world should be treated with respect and kindness, no matter who they are, what they are, what they like or dislike, gender, age, height, race, sexuality, religion etc. So with that, im always trying to be respectful and kind to everyone on Tumblr, no matter how different we may be.

Now the part that probably confused you because of my wording:

"If I'm a high believer of such thing, then how do I not support LGBT?"

From what I understood, this was what you were saying, and im sorry I did write that rather awkwardly in my intro post.

Basically, I'm not a part of that community, i said that. But, i respect everyone. Which means: "Oh wait, you're gay? Oh well, i don't mind! We can still be friends!". What I'm trying to say is that, just because im not part of that community doesn't mean ill hate you or block you or be disrespectful towards you or judge you or such. No. I will NOT do that. I don't care what's your sexuality, really. Love who you love and I won't judge it, that's your decision. By saying that i don't support it, i mean that i will not be making such content and that im not part of it. But if you are, completely fine! I don't mind! I know that I can't change your mind and i won't be even trying! Just because our opinions on sexuality are different doesn't mean that we can't be friends. I, sincerely, am fine with being friends with anyone. Im open to anybody and id like to be friends with everybody who wants the same. Im really not judgemental and picky when it comes to friends. Im aware that some people might not share my opinion when it comes to this, but I really don't care who you are when it comes to being friends. Ill be kind to you, you're gonna be kind to me and that's it. That's all that matters.

So to wrap this up: Im not a part of LGBT, but if you are, im completely fine with that! I will not show you any disrespect or unkindness. I will still be nice and kind to you. We can still be friends, i really don't mind. Everyone deserves respect and kindness, so even if we don't share the same aspect on sexuality, even if you're gay, lesbian or anything like that im still gonna be polite and kind, because everyone deserves respect and kindness, no matter what.

Side note: if you're lesbian, please don't flirt with me, pretty please. It makes me uncomfortable since like i just said, im straight. So if anyone who's reading this happens to be a lesbian, we can be friends, but don't flirt with me. Pretty please. We can be friends, but don't expect that ill support your flirting or romantic attraction towards me. I will not. Don't do it. Please.

That is all i have to say! I hope this clarified everything that wasn't clear! Im sorry that my intro was worded awkwardly and that it caused confusion, but I hope this solved it. Thank you so much for asking ❣️