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neolithicsheep · 26 days

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I've been meaning to write this down for some time because there are some fundamental errors that people keep making in crowdfunding/sales that shoot their campaigns in the foot. So here's a list of easy principles.

Who am I and why should you listen to me? I am a freelance chaos marketer who has raised well over $100,000 when totaling up various crowdfunding campaigns, mostly for aid to Afghanistan. In addition I've managed to successfully market everything from stuffed plush koalas to hydration salts. Why am I putting this out here for free? Because despite a years long track record of success in social media marketing no one will hire me because I don't have a college degree, so I might as well help people out who can't afford to hire full time marketing.

If you'd like to hire me to help you evaluate your marketing and sales and teach you better skills on a 1 to 1 basis then hit me up, I am often willing to barter, esp with artists in a variety of mediums!

Anyway on to HOW TO CONVINCE PEOPLE TO GIVE YOU MONEY:

TL;DR: use positive messaging that humanizes everyone involved and make it as easy as possible for people to give you money.

1. Shame and guilt are demotivators. They will not inspire people to give you money. “Why aren't people helping” “I guess people don't care” “This isn't getting enough shares/donations” etc etc. Online fundraising is often frustrating, heartbreaking, and will make you angry, especially when there's a humanitarian crisis involved. It is critical that if you are raising funds for someone else that you have a place to vent that is not the audience you would like to donate to the cause.

2. Use motivating messages instead! “You can help!” “Even a small donation is important because it tells Recipient they're not alone, and people care” “We can't fix the whole world, but we can make this one thing right, and that means something”. Emphasize that this is a problem that the reader can help fix with even a small effort. With items for sale, tell a story. "I drew this thinking about how safe I always felt under a tree in my childhood backyard". "I chose the colors in this shawl to remind me of sagebrush and piñon pine in my favorite place."

3. Make it easy for people to give you money. Never talk about your product or cause without a link that leads directly to where people can give you money. They should be able to click one link on your post and land at the fundraiser or your shop. Every required click is going to lose people, so minimize the number of them required. This also means if you have a list of fundraisers for people to choose from the ones at the bottom will be neglected - people will hit the ones at the top. Be sure to take those off when they're met or periodically shuffle the list around to make sure everyone gets a chance to be in the first 5 spots. In online stores people will often only look at the first page or two of items so be sure to shuffle things around and remove out of stock items that are taking up prime real estate.

4. Humanize the recipient - this can be tricksy when raising charitable aid because you don't want to be exploitative. But to use my last Afghan campaign as an example, “We need to raise $500 for an Afghan family” is less effective than “This Afghan family's home was damaged in heavy rains that caused extensive flooding. They only need $500 to repair and rebuild so they can stay in their home and not become displaced.” If possible, tell as much of the recipient's story as they consent to. Eg “Fred is seven and loves dinosaurs. His favorite is brontosaurus, and he carries a stuffed one with him everywhere. He wants to be a paleontologist when he grows up and discover a complete brontosaurus skeleton that he can give the same name as his stuffed friend. Unfortunately he's also a trans boy living in Texas and his family needs $1500 to rent a Uhaul and get to Colorado so he can grow up in safety and do that.”

5. If you're not the recipient, humanize yourself while you're at it! “I'd be really grateful if you all could share or donate” “This fundraiser really means a lot to me because…” “Thank you so much for any help, whether sharing or donating”

6. Treat the audience like humans. Speak to them like they are people you're having a conversation with, not ATMs. This ultimately is the goal of not using shame/guilt and humanizing yourself and the recipient.

7. Set low goals and bump them up when met. One of the weird things about people is they prefer to give to successful fundraisers. Yeah I don't know either. So you're more likely to get the full amount you need if you set a partial goal initially and then raise it when that's met. Raise it in small increments and raise it repeatedly as those goals are hit to keep momentum going. You can't always control this so if you're boosting someone else's fundraiser you can do it artificially via asks like “Hey y'all can we get together and put $500 on this?”

#marketing #fundraising #sales

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thatonefatgumsimp · 1 year

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Quick life update BTW while I'm here (still working on some art, srr TT TT):

I seem to be really obsessed with bones this morning and idk why-

Like literally this morning I have said two weird, out of context bone statements already. Such as:

"Mmmm see-through bones"

And

"It's 1245 and I have still yet to cleanse my mouth bones"

And ofc, my usual catchphrase when I pop my neck, back, fingers, etc:

"My bones are crunchy"

Idk why, but it happened. So yeah.

#tldr: i keep talking about my teeth and bones in odd ways and idk why i'm so chaotic this morning #i didn't even fuel this gremlin mode with caffeine #idk what's happening #anyways #stay safe #stay hydrated #take care of yourself #and always remember you are worth it #i'm proud of you #keep going #<3 #love y'all

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inkykeiji · 5 months

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What are things Touya-nii consider romantic?? I'm feeling mushy, and i wonder what things he enjoys doing to/with her baby when he is feeling generous✨

oh my goshhh i literally love this question so much!!! anon!!!!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

okay so overall, touya considers acts of service to be especially romantic: so cleaning his room/the flat/his clothes; making his lunch for the next day; bringing him his favourite snack without being asked when he’s at home working late into the night, pouring over classified documents; brewing his coffee exactly the way he likes it (blacker than midnight, no sugar, a dash of milk) when you can sense that he’s tired; having dinner ready for him the moment he walks through the door, and general obedience (aka doing what he says, when he says it, without any complaints, hesitancies, or questioning his orders/decisions—being good for him).

touya is also extremely physically touchy, so random little touches (ESPECIALLY kisses; kisses anywhere—his back right between his shoulder blades, his bicep, his neck, his lips, his knuckles…) mean so much to him. things that are entirely unprovoked, when you’re suddenly reminded of just how much you love him and you immediately have to touch him—almost as if you’re overwhelmed with the urge, overcome with the sensation of intense, potent love—those are his favourite. when he’s shaving and you come and wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his back, or when he’s fixing a snack and you come cling to his bicep and rub your check along the toned muscle like a cat, or when you’re out and about together and you take the initiative to lace your fingers with his, or when you’re sitting together and you casually throw a thigh over his own, or play with his hand, cupped between both of you own—he lives for these moments.

in terms of actual activities, touya loves going out. he really enjoys taking you to fancy dinners where you both get all dressed up, out to see a movie and then hanging around in the arcade after, out on extravagant shopping trips (he absolutely loves to spoil you!), treating you both to small weekend-long vacations (it’s difficult for him to get prolonged time off where he genuinely is off of work, meaning he has zero work responsibilities whatsoever, so these mini getaways are especially important + special to him), and to the local amusement park.

but his all-time favourite thing to do with you is to take showers/baths with you. there’s something about the heat, the coziness, the intimacy of it all, even if you guys don’t fuck (a VERY rare occurrence) that he cherishes so, so, so much. he loves to watch his hands glide over your body, palms leaving trails of suds along all of your curves and contours, fingers sinking into soft flesh as they knead and grip and rub; he loves to feel your hands on him, your touch so dainty, almost delicate in a way, as you diligently massage soap into his muscles—so careful, so committed, fingers stroking defined planes and intricate ink while they work a lather into hard muscle and puckered skin.

#THIS WAS SO FUNNN thank u sm for ur question!!!#i hope ur having a wonderful night <33 #pls stay safe and stay hydrated as always!!#but yeah touya rly values devotion + physical touch basically!! and he loves to give gift; including non-tangible gifts like trips etc #touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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ilyrafe · 4 months

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𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✧ 𝒓. 𝒄.

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader

warnings: brief sexual innuendo, rafe being a softie!!!!

word count: 2.6k (i *might* have gotten carried away i'm so sorry lol)

a/n: this is a sequel to late night and also based on this, so thanks @keziahcore ! your mind is literally everything!

it’s almost like a sixth sense.

rafe feels your absence from the bed, and immediately becomes agitated. he turns on the lamp next to his bed and looks for any sign that you’re still there, and finds your small handbag on the armchair, which makes him just slightly relieved.

when he looks at the clock, he sees that it is almost two in the morning. the bathroom door is ajar and the lights are off, which means you’re not there. before he can leave his room looking for you, you return, holding a glass of water, wearing only his shirt to cover yourself up.

“where were you? why did you leave me here?”

he can’t control this agony, this anguish that always catches him off guard when he finds himself alone. he can’t help feeling like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. the smallest things you do seem to trigger him massively, and he hates that. he hates that he ends up being rude and harsh to you, because you’re always so understanding and sweet.

even he knows he doesn’t deserve you.

“i was thirsty and went downstairs to drink some water.” your tone is sweet and calm, which makes him feel like shit.

his face changes, as he seems to calm down. you didn’t leave him, you just went to get some water. you’re there, your stuff is there, you’re not going anywhere.

“next time, leave a glass here. i don’t like it when you do that.” he says in a much softer tone, but he’s still upset that his sleep got interrupted.

“do what? get hydrated?” you joke, trying to lighten up his mood.

he rolls his eyes and huffs. don’t make him tell the truth.

“go back to bed. i’m tired, alright? i had a long day.”

“actually, i was going to read a book. i’m not sleepy and i don’t want to lie down right now.”

is it so hard to understand that he wants you to be close to him so that he feels safe enough to get a decent night’s sleep?

“you can read on the bed.”

“you won’t mind the lamp on?”

“no, just get the damn book and come back to bed.”

you laugh and nod, picking up the book from his desk and following him to his bed. rafe gets to his spot and as you sit down, he places one hand on your bare thigh and falls back to sleep almost immediately.

while he dives deep into his necessary rest, you start reading. it’s that book, in cold blood by truman capote. you don’t know if rafe is a reader, he never really talks about books with you.

every once in a while, you look down at your thighs to see his hand, firmly holding you, to make sure you won’t leave. this small gesture makes you feel stupid. stupid to believe he might feel something other than lust for you. rafe makes you question your beliefs and that itself makes you feel overwhelmed.

sometimes you want to leave, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. and you have tried countless times. he’s good for you in the same intensity he’s bad. to say you’re scared to ask him what you are would be an understatement, but you just would like some clarification, because you don’t beg the people you’re casually fucking to stay the night almost every night and throw a tantrum when they leave to get some water.

deep down, you know you’re more scared to hear you’re just an easy fuck. at this point, this would tear you apart.

being with rafe is a challenge. it’s like running a marathon you know you will not get to the finish line, and yet, you keep running.

when it’s almost four in the morning, you close the book and turn the lamp off. finally, sleep comes to you, and you settle into his bed, still holding rafe’s hand, which never left your thigh. with the touch, rafe wakes up, and this time he is no longer agitated.

“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” you say, as you snuggle into the mattress.

“you- what time is it?” he asks, adorably confused and sleepy.

“it’s almost four.”

“and you’re going to sleep now?”

“yeah. go back to sleep, it’s early.” you say softly, placing a hand on his cheek, and he complies, pulling you close.

(...)

rafe’s alarm clock rings promptly at seven in the morning. he turns it off and goes back to his previous position: hugging you.

your hair smells like coconut and your skin is always soft. he never wants to not be touching you. it’s like your body was made to be next to his. for some reason, just your presence is enough to make him feel calm and at peace.

he places the softest kiss on your shoulder, enjoying the quietness that only early mornings can give him. the sweet sound of birds chirping outside makes him forget about everything else. rafe only has you in his mind (and in his arms).

you wake up and soon turn to face him. rafe has the most adorable sleepy face, and you might never stop melting over him. seeing him up close will never not be amazing. he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. he probably has the most beautiful shade of blue in his eyes.

“go back to sleep.” he whispers.

“‘m not sleepy anymore.” you mumble as you rub your eyes, which rafe finds captivating. “hi.”

“hi,” he smiles. “you only slept for three hours, sleep some more.” he insists, and you feel a tone of concern in his voice, but maybe it’s just your sleep giving you that impression.

“i’m okay, rafey.”

rafey. he hates that stupid nickname, but when it comes out of your mouth, he wants to legally change his name to it.

“you’re gonna be tired.”

“no, i’m not. i don’t normally sleep a lot.”

rafe frowns not because he’s confused - he obviously isn’t. he’s just not liking what you’re saying. he doesn’t like the idea of you struggling with whatever that may be. rafe knows damn well how bad it is to be sleep deprived, he doesn’t want you going through that.

“you have insomnia?”

“i guess i do,” you shrug. “i don’t really know. i just don’t sleep a lot. i wish i did, though. i get so jealous when i see you sleeping for hours on end.” you smile sweetly at him. “you’re so relaxed. must be nice…”

you let go of rafe after leaving a timid kiss on his lips, and stretch before getting up and going to his bathroom to start your morning routine.

after a quiet breakfast, rafe gives you a ride home, and he can’t hide his concern about what you said.

“i’ll see you around, yeah?” you tell him, with the sweetest smile you always have.

“of course. uh, about that sleep thing… if you need help with that… i’m here.”

“rafe, i think you might be a sex addict.” you joke, really not understanding what he meant. he isn’t talking about sex. the one time he isn’t talking about sex, you don’t get it.

“well, i’m just one call away.”

you chuckle and intend to kiss his cheek, but rafe is quick enough to turn his face and make you kiss his lips. you laugh at his antics.

silly rafe is your favorite. if only other people got to see this side of him.

he watches you leave his car and get inside your home. the strange feeling of loneliness comes back almost immediately, but it gets him thinking. it has to be some sort of irony that the person that quite literally helps him sleep isn’t sleeping.

(...)

only two days have passed and rafe already needs you to spend the night at his house again. he is so tired and exhausted. he takes out his phone and quickly types a message.

rafe: are u busy right now? can i pick u up?

you don’t tend to take long to respond to his texts, but this time, an hour goes by and nothing, so rafe starts to feel that unbearable anguish again, and starts to think that you left him and that you found someone better to spend you time with.

impulsively, rafe facetimes you, and you answer. from your face alone, he can see the tiredness in your eyes. or rather, in your dark circles. you’re in your bedroom, which makes him feel calmer.

“hi, rafey. sorry, i just got my phone.”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m studying for my exams.”

“i just wanted to know if i could pick you up.”

“i’d love to,” you smile. “but it’s not a good idea, i need to study and i have a mountain of books to read until tomorrow if i want a good grade, which i do.”

“you’re tired, you should rest.” he advises, visibly worried.

“nothing a can of red bull can’t fix.” you say showing him the can.

“y/n, please go to sleep.”

something about his request makes you angry. maybe it’s the stress, or the fact that this time rafe is right.

“rafe, you’re not my boss. i need to hang up, i got shit to do.”

before he can protest, you hang up the call, and surprisingly, rafe doesn’t get angry. this is what it’s like when he’s sleep deprived.

as always, rafe wants to take control of the situation, so he puts on a hoodie, grabs his car keys and leaves his house to go to yours. it’s late at night, and rafe knows your parents are probably asleep.

the path is short, and soon he arrives in front of your house and the light is on in your bedroom, which tells him that you are still up. carefully, rafe gets out of his car and walks to the back of your residence, and climbs the wall, always making sure he doesn’t get caught by anyone. finally, rafe gets on the small balcony of your room and sees you surrounded by papers, books and notebooks. it’s a mess.

he knocks on the glass door, which startles you, but you soon calm down when you see it’s him. you almost run to open the door, but your face isn’t the happiest.

“what are you doing here, rafe?”

“nice to see you, too.” he ironizes as he steps inside your bedroom. “i have a proposition for you.”

“i’m so not in the mood, rafe…”

“listen to me.” he says. “i’ll… i’ll help you out with this stuff, as long as you let me help you sleep.”

“i don’t wanna have sex.”

“i’m not talking about sex.”

oh.

“you mean… sleep? like, really sleep?”

“yeah. i don’t like that you sleep so little. you’re becoming cranky.”

you chuckle at the last bit. you can’t stay mad at him, can you?

“that’s a nice offer, rafe, but what do you know about biology?”

“i’ll have you know i was a good student.” he pouts and you laugh. “even if i don’t know what you’re studying, i’ll help you out.”

it takes you a few seconds, but it’s decided. your body is about to give out, you really need to rest. you can’t absorb any more information. a good sleep might even help you learn whatever you need.

“okay.”

rafe smiles and it might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

you begin to organize all your notes and books on your desk and rafe begins to undress down to his underwear, and gets comfortable on your bed. he realizes this is his first time sleeping on your bed, and he already likes the faint smell of rosemary that your bedroom exudes.

you have such a pretty bedroom. the walls are painted in the softest shade of blue, and you have books everywhere. no wonder you’re so smart, you read a lot.

the wooden furniture gives an earthy feel to your room, contrasting with the delicacy of the light blue walls. in the photos of the small mural on the wall, rafe realizes that he wanted to be there, present in the photos, and maybe, in a photo with you. you are always smiling and being hugged by someone, or hugging them. you are like that, you are magnetic.

you finish organizing your things and quickly change into a shirt of rafe’s that you hope he doesn’t recognize. it’s big and comfortable, and it makes you feel close to him when he’s far away.

the lamp next to your bed is on, so you turn off the main light in your room and go to your bed, meeting rafe, and he has the smallest smile on his lips. it’s ironic how having sex and being naked doesn’t feel as intimate as simply sleeping together does.

“are your parents home?” he asks.

“no, why?”

“so i could have come through the door, huh.”

“yeah.” you laugh.

a brief moment of silence sits between you two, as you’re staring at each other’s eyes. rafe is mesmerized and terrified at the same time. this - whatever this is - feels so nice and so foreign. he knows damn well he isn’t one to want to just sleep with someone, let alone climb up a wall to just sleep with someone.

rafe cameron is in love, and he is utterly terrified.

“what are you thinking?” you ask in a whisper.

your blinks are getting slower and slower. rafe begins to run his hand through your hair, combing them back, and touching the skin of your neck and shoulders ever so softly.

thinking about how much i want to be with you and how fucking scared i am.

“nothin’. close your eyes.”

you do, not because he told you to, but because you couldn’t keep them open any longer.

why do you feel the safest with someone as dangerous as rafe cameron? someone who deals with the shadiest people around, that has anger issues and violent behavior.

that tried to drown his own sister.

why none of that matters when you’re in his arms? are you actually insane?

probably.

(...)

as soon as you wake up, you see your bed empty, and rafe’s clothes are no longer on the floor, where he had left them last night. it was to be expected, but you still feel disappointed. he was so sweet last night.

when you look at the clock, it’s already past nine in the morning, which means you’ve slept, surprisingly, eight hours straight. damn, you really were sleep deprived.

the sound of your stomach begging for food makes you get out of bed.

when you leave your bedroom, you hear the sound of the tv on and get scared. slowly, without making any noise, you go down the stairs, trying to find out if your house has been invaded, but it would be strange, as it is daytime. soon you see rafe walking around your house.

he didn’t leave?

it’s like you’re not even there. you get to watch rafe make himself comfortable in your kitchen, looking for stuff to put on the table. there are two delivery bags on the counter, which means he bought food, but the gesture warms your heart, which was merely shattered.

“the cutlery is in the second drawer next to the sink.” you say, startling him a bit.

“jesus. can you, i don’t know, announce you’re in the room? i almost dropped your coffee.”

you laugh.

“sorry, rafey. what are you doing, i thought you had left.”

“uh, i bought breakfast for y- us.” he says. you look inside the bags and you can tell he ordered possibly everything you have eaten from that place. “c’mon, i ordered that vegan shit you like, your coffee and even a pretzel.”

you follow him to the table and you both begin helping yourselves. this isn’t your first time having breakfast with him, but it does feel like it’s a first.

for the first time, you don’t want to leave him.

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inkyajax · 2 years

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….fuck, marry, kill:

alhaitham, ajax, ayato…..

this is so tough i can’t even do it myself….😈😈

oh my goddddd anon why would u do this to meeee 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ gosh that is really difficult!!!! waaaaaah okay okay

fuck: ajax!! because you know this man is a wicked maniac in bed and he’d be so fucking adventurous and eager and up for anything. i think sex with him would be really FUN; he’s so competitive yet also so keen to please so there’d definitely be a push and pull between those two sides of him. like for example you’d bite his lip and he’d growl, deep and dark in his chest, eyes shining with the thrill of it all, with the exhilaration and the excitement, smile stretched wide and sharp across his face, and bite you back twice as hard—both as a way to assert his dominance and as a way to challenge you, to say what are you gonna do now? try me, baby. i think his style of fucking is rough but passionate and that’s so attractive to me <3

marry: alhaitham! a no-brainer in my opinion, since i genuinely think he’d be the healthiest option out of the three and he reminds me very much of my boyfriend irl <333 i think ajax would be an incredible husband, but he’d also want me to be a housewife and have his eleven children which is sometimes a daydream for me—yk just to serve him and make him happy and be entirely taken care of by him—but nothing i’d want in real life

kill: ayato ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ i know he’d be a great fuck—like i know this man would fuck me incredibly and he’d be such a daddy dom and so meticulous and thorough and sickly sweet (read: sugared condescension) with it all but it wouldn’t necessarily be anything new, yk what i mean??? ugh this breaks my heart to say ・゜・(ノД`)

#anon this hurt me SO MUCH #it also took me a flippin hour to decide :((((#ughhhhh cruel anon so so cruel </3 #hahahahaha #these are always fun tho hehe #i hope ur having a good sunday bb!!!#please stay safe and stay hydrated!!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail

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sqtorux · 3 months

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carsick

ʚɞ summary. [req!] you get carsick easily so how do the jjk boys (yuji, megumi, yuta and toge) help you out?

ʚɞ desc. headcanon, fluff fluff and more fluff.

yuji is the most perfect boyfriend to ever exist i dont make the rules. he knows how easily nauseous you can get so he gets everything ready before the car ride. he makes sure you slept well to be on top of your health and even went out of his way to get you pills that help ease the effects. my boy researched and prepared everything just for you. that's not all though, he uses his strength to his advantage and carries you around effortlessly so that you don't have to walk yourself. you're safe in his arms and you always will be, as long as he's around.

megumi likes to be left alone, mindlessly staring at the view and keeping to himself during car rides but ever since you came into his life and he noticed your uneasy behaviour, he finds himself worrying and pampering over you. he makes sure you get the window seat and that you get enough space to sit however is comfortable, even if that meant you lying down with your head on his lap and groaning every two seconds; the pins and needles on his legs due to the constant weight on them go unnoticable to him.

yuta always chooses walking over smaller distances because he knows how easily carsick you can be. he also loves giving you piggyback rides when your legs get too tired. on longer trips when you can't avoid it though, he looks after you the entire ride. offering his shoulder to sleep on, opening the window to make sure you get enough air and making sure you stay hydrated despite your complaints and snarls because you were queasy. he's so so patient with you.

toge has a little box where he keeps his throat medicine for himself and lots of meds for you including one that would help in easing your nausea. at times when the meds don't work and you're violently puking with your head throbbing, he holds your hair and gently rub circles on your back. if you needed to sit on the side of the street to wait for the motion sickness to pass, he waits with you.

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meo-eiru · 2 months

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What would silas do if you tried getting a lover or even talked about getting a lover? Since he sees himself as our mother/caretaker, how would that go?

As always stay hydrated and safe!!! I love silas and elias to bits!

There are 2 sides to Silas.

One side sees himself as your mother and caretaker, the other has a fat crush on you and is sexually attracted to you but doesn't realize it.

If you tell him you want to get a lover who's not him both of these sides will explode and he'll start crying hysterically while trying to tell you how much of a bad idea it is between sobs.

He would cry about how bad of an idea it is, how you shouldn't trust people other than him, how they would hurt his sweet baby, how they don't deserve you. Behind those nags tho the thought of you with someone else other than him frustrates him. He has never felt this type of jealousy before. Silas always assumed you two would be together forever and you wouldn't yearn for anyone else like how he doesn't. That simple question would crush his tiny world

I would recommend saying it was a joke or that of course you only need him before he goes and tries to cast a dark spell that kills anyone who comes too close to the house

#asks #silas #yandere elf

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atsu-i · 1 year

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Hello, I just saw the anon ask talking about you not being on tumblr that much anymore and we don't really talk to eachother (I think we only ever exchanged messages once), but I wanted to say, while I can, that I have wonderful memories of this website and a lot of them include seeing the mangacaps that you reblog or reading your tags, including all of the occasional venting and even some of the adorable auntie stories.

If you allow me to ramble a little bit, I want to talk about the blog that you called "shitty" and how I think it is actually really cool.

You might not think that you do much because you mostly just reblog stuff, but I feel like all the mangacaps that you reblog are more meaningful than most people think. I think that they are an act of self-expression and throughout the years I've felt like those kinds of posts express a desire that people have to be more honest with their feelings and put them out into the world. I've felt like the mangacaps, combined with all of your text posts, probably do accomplish some of this.

I am not going to say that your blog changed how I view life or anything like that, but I can say that your blog, along with many other similar ones, have seriously been a part of my journey of better understanding myself.

For example, today I liked a post that had a guy feeding a cat in it. And I didn't like the post because the art was amazing. I liked it because I thought that the guy is gentle and that aspect of gentleness resonated with me personally. And obviously, there are times where I might like a post just because I think that the art looks cool, but I think that a lot of times when I'm browsing through tumblr I'm just learning more about myself through the things that I like.

Maybe the whole thing isn't supposed to be that deep, but sometimes (not always) for me it is. I think that this whole thing feels unreal for you because you don't put a lot of effort but I think that it is pretty cool that a bunch of people like the blog despite that.

As always, have a nice day and drink some water.

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#wasnt expecting a reply to that anon reply but tysm for....somehow telling me how you felt about this blog #and somehow me?#also just like the anon...i wanna say ty for appreciating this blog of mine #like seriously I just reblog stuff that resonates with me #and sometimes I just rant and share stuff I wanna share and yeah sometimes I just reblog coz I find it pretty #also the manga's i read shows i watched and will watch...its all here lol and it's...how should I put it #it's just me and somehow it doesnt feel 'real' that anyone will give attention to it? am putting myself out here and not expecting anything #but somehow...some of you notice and am like why lol coz you know my content.....it's very depressing most of the time tbh #anyways haha i still remember you btw haha we talked I think twice? waayy before and am glad I did #thanks for rambling to me...it's always welcome btw #I like reading what you guys think and feel #and somehow I always receive kindness which I think I still dont deserve but you still give it anyway #all I could do is say ty ;-;#like this blog really is my escape tbh....and some of you appreciating it makes me sad and glad at the same time? ;-;#really tysm #and yes am rambling too in my response haha i hope it doesnt bother you reading all this nonsense lol #again ty idk how many times i should say it but yeah #this means a lot...you and everyone else who appreciates me being here #and with that....I would like to say have a nice day/night dear!#I always stay hydrated lol but yeah i hope you do too ^^ stay safe yeah?#oh also! thanks for thinking the blog is cool ;-; you are nice for thinking it that way ;-;#lastly ty for still following me and remembering stuff I shared on here even the personal stuff #again tysm ;-;

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