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would you like me to write something else for Azul, something possibly longer 💀 -@thegayestmferintown

HOLY OH MY GOD YES??? IF YOURE WILLING TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HIM I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO READ IT ‼️‼️

you wanna talk about why content creators are leaving tumblr and leaving you high and dry without material to fantasize over? let’s talk about it.

hmm, lets see!

first of all, none of you fucking care to reblog our work. we are all aware of how tumblr’s algorithm is absolute trash. writers have been BEGGING for readers reblog their works bc it’s the only way our works can be seen and in turn, we receive the fruits of our labor via followers and exposure. but no, lets make MORE THAN HALF of the likes to reblog ratios consist of fucking LIKES. on top of that, we don’t we shit on writers for wanting the absolute BARE MINIMUM aka a REBLOG bc well, they’re not entitled to it aren’t they? while writers aren’t necessarily entitled to notes, answer this; do you work for free? do you bust your ass doing something knowing that there will be no pay off what so ever? that’s what i thought.

secondly, you treat us like shit. you expect us to spit out content like we’re a machine and when we don’t get to it on time bc we have - idk - LIVES, you send the shittiest asks demanding for more content that you aren’t even paying for. do you think people are gonna neglect their real life responsibilities to write for YOU and for FREE? absolutely not. on top of that, when we start writing for ourselves and our own spaces, we get push back. yea, not an effective way to encourage your favorite fic writers to give you more content to consume.

and lastly, YOU STEAL FROM US. each and every fic that a writer puts out has taken hours, days, weeks, or even months to write. that’s lots of hard work and time invested into one single piece for you. free of charge. people put their fucking hearts into their work. and what do you do in return? disrespect them in one of the most hurtful ways possible.

so yea, i don’t blame a single fucking person for leaving this shithole and NONE of you should be surprised. this is YOUR doing.

dont ever hesitate. reblog this.

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I have had strong visions of the need for a specifically geriatric care orientated fast response team for evictions,.

That's 100% true! As much as comments are appreciated, nothing on this app is better than a reblog! Likes don't do anything, and neither do comments. Reblogs are the way to go if you like something! It'll get it more recognition!

Imagine if you will…

Falling asleep on a random bench in RADs courtyard. Now you’re all alone and vulnerable at the mercy of any demon who walks by. Belphie comes over first and lays on you, going to sleep as well and serving as a heat pack. Then comes Beel and he stands guard to protect you both.

Asmo and Satan were taking a walk and spotted the three of you. They come over to protect you as well and to chat with Beel about the upcoming exams.

Levi is next. He came in-person for a test and doesn’t want to be alone any longer so with his brothers he goes. A few minuets after they hear Mammon approaching towards them saying that they need to get away from his human.

Lastly, Lucifer arrives to tell everyone off for not being where there supposed to be but his words die on his tongue when he sees your adorable sleeping face. Beelzebub explains that they were just protecting you since you were alone. He shakes his head at your irresponsibility but joins them all in this task and uses the time to catch up with his brothers.

You wake up then and see all of them talking amongst themselves. They all came for different reasons but stayed for you.

Why?

Because they care about you?

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Because they love you.

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