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b-erwr · 5 months

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♡⃞ ✢ ∿ 🌙 cereal : the event

↷ ⋎ ✧ introduction

・HII EVERYBODY! this is my very first event in honor of 50+ followers!!! this event will be all about cereal if its not obvious enough for my hyeinners !!!! i luv u all thank you so much for this milestone btw :3

↷ ⋎ ✧ how to enter

・reblog this post & tag 2 of ur fav blogs or moots. proceed with commenting "joining." then, dm me a number from 1-5 for the cereal brand you’ll make a moodboard of. also dm me a number from 1-9 for your idol, before u do that state if ur an only bg/gg blog!

↷ ⋎ ✧ plus points

・you can get extra points IF your moodboard contains icon/s made by you, locs made by you, gif/s made by you, etc etc. put in the tags if you made something by yourself. e.g: #gif by me

↷ ⋎ ✧ prizes

・1st: 90 reblogs on poc, follow from me, blog s/o, 8 custom mbs

・2nd: 60 reblogs on poc, follow from me, blog s/o, 5 custom mbs

・3rd: 30 reblogs on poc, follow from me, 3 custom mbs

↷ ⋎ ✧ fav blogs (ignore)

・ @egorls @e-unchaes @yeritos @lovveons @iluvrei @y-ujin @y-urios @y2qi @y-vna @kangrins @mazeui @raeceah @seulio @umiena @shiolu @eliatopia @fuckici @gun-wook @trivijoy @baesol @p-oisn @i-kyujin @ahinsite @jenfaery @kiiorraa @nwtzy @sulvy @snflwwr + WAYYYY too much more

#i0hyein #cereal : the event #50 followers #milestone #hai #ily all #ty for 50 #:3 #xoxo #kisses hugs

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punmasterbaku · 4 months

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ALMOST AT 100 FOLLOWERS AHHH - Thank you for the support this past month T^T just say HALF WAY THERE HAHA. Taking drawing requests and have a few projects in motion for other content creators so look towards those in the future. - For now, Thank you all so so much and will be uploading more shortly. More undertale content and details on my own creation in the writing.

Current Projects: - Cross all i want for Christmas Audio Comic ft @tehrogueva audio and xmaspartyau Cross belonging to @xpau-official - Scaled Justice Lore and ref sheets - Error x Y/N oneshot [mostly for one particular individual if ya see this tehe] - GalaxyTale in the making - SeasonTale Flowey Designs [ So Zelphin doesnt get me XD] - Animation Meme [ Less likely to complete but MEH]

Sneak Peek: All I Want For Christmas FT. Cross SANS

#50 followers #announcement #undertale #digital art #drawing requests #open requests #scaledjusticeau #writing requests #tehrogueva #art wip #work in progress #cross sans #xpaucomic #animation #animation wip #wondershare filmora #sneak peak #xpau #LETS GET TO 100 FOLLOWERS

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ikari-600 · 3 months

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Thank you for the support!

#thank you #50 followers #blitzbee #blitzwing #bumblebee #tfa blitzwing #transformers animated #tfa #art

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elizart5 · 2 months

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50 followers special post

Redemption rehab Chaggie! Thank you all for the follows! I really appreciate it! 100 likes to make them kiss! (they will probably kiss anyways lol

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #redemption rehab au #chaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #thank you #50 followers

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yizhuoricky · 2 months

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⟢　ﾟ　﹒　TYSM FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!! ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡

Thank you so much for everyone who has supported my blog! Every comment, reblog and like fills my heart with love and encourages me to continue producing moodboards for all of you. I started producing 4 months ago today and I didn't imagine that so many people could appreciate what I do here! It's great to know that someone appreciates what you're doing with love, so again, thank you so much guys! Take care and feel free to interact. ♡

Muito obrigada a todos que vêm apoiando o meu blog! Cada comentário, reblog e curtida enchem o meu coração de amor e me incentivam a continuar produzindo os moodboards para todos vocês. Comecei a produzir faz 4 meses hoje e não imaginei que tantas pessoas poderiam apreciar o que faço aqui! É incrível saber que alguém valoriza o que você está fazendo com carinho, então novamente, muito obrigada, pessoal! Se cuidem e sintam-se livres para interagir. ♡

some favorite blogs (sorry for ping!) ♡

@plutism @v6que @iluvrei @hy4k @pommecita @sugarstasia @stygabbs @i04rei @yeritos @s-heon @ecile @flubbe-web @konnp @aegsll @alfaire @umiena @eliatopia @arttmeow + many more! potentially favorite blogs (sorry for ping!) ♡

@gigittamic @tookio @p-oisn @jazzitos @muruffin @jeonzio @cheeros @koosuvi @mingisito @madutopia

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cheesyjester · 3 months

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Thanks for 50 follows!

Here is a Jevil to help celebrate this occasion 😊🙏

#50 followers #yay #thanks!#jevil #urueuehdgwhs

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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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for my fifty follower celebration! @bastardmandennis asked: dieter bravo and prompt no. 5— "ghosts aren't real, except when they are." it's scary story experiment...i haven't written horror in probably two years. enjoy the pretty graphic if nothing else.

rating & word count: mature | 2.8k

warnings: referenced substance abuse, mentions of alcohol, dieter is sober, one song-based joke (please get it plsplspls), reader is gender neutral, a good ol' haunting tale.

It’s late. How late? Excellent question.

You’re technically on vacation—one week out of fifty-six, when your boss takes his annual trip to Seoul to “unwind.” You’ve never asked him what that means, exactly. Better not to know what Dieter Bravo gets up to in the name of relaxation.

For the past thirty-four months, you’ve been working with the Hollywood troglodyte, following him around the world and across productions to take notes and document the goings on of his life. All of this in the hopes of ghostwriting his tell-all book. Technically, you were supposed to start outlining a manuscript this spring. The publisher doesn’t think you have enough material yet to make the memoir appetizing. What they don’t realize is that Bravo is not a very appetizing man.

He’s…odd. From the moment you first shook hands with him, you’ve felt an off presence surrounding him that you still can’t quite place, even almost three years later. He treats you more like an assistant than anything, asking you to fetch him coffee or an eight-ball; the request varies based on his mood. His actual assistant, Carla, is a bit of a shadow. Still, she’s there to share anxious backseat smiles with you on the way to Dieter’s red carpet appearances, a silent shoulder to lean on.

Sitting on the broken couch of your one bedroom apartment, you’ve lost focus of the Word document on the screen of your laptop. You’ve been transferring the last two months of paper notes to digital copies for the last three hours, resenting the task the longer it takes. Dieter wanted to experience the Swiss Alps before the first day of autumn, dragging you to the mountains for a six week stay. Apparently, they don’t have mobile connection at four thousand feet.

The thought crosses your mind to call it a night, leave the rest ‘til morning. This is your only real time to rest, after all. Before you can act upon it, though, your phone buzzes beside you. “Entry Of The Gladiators” blares from the pinhole of a speaker. The song has a Pavlovian effect on you, meeting the song with a sigh and the tick of your jaw.

“Dieter,” you answer, holding the phone to your ear.

“You picked up,” he says.

“Why are you calling?” You can’t hide the irritation in your voice. Shifting your laptop off of your thighs, you stand and stretch, wedging your cell between your cheek and shoulder.

“I just—I thought—”

“Aren’t you in South Korea?” you ask. Aren’t you supposed to be bothering someone else?

“Came back early. Got a bad vibe,” he says.

“A bad vibe?” you ask. “Come on, Dieter. That trip was important.” Important for you to have a social life for a sweet seven days, but also for him, too. If you remembered correctly, he was supposed to have a business meeting with Genesis Motor about starring in their new campaign of overseas commercials.

“I rescheduled with Genesis, everything’s fine. Don’t bitch at me,” Dieter says.

“I’m not—” you stop yourself, pausing mid-pace on the worn shag of your living room. Thirty-four months, and this is how he’s treating you? “You know what, fuck you. Fuck you, Dieter. My one week off from your crazy goddamn antics, and you’re fucking it all up. I’m done. Done.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” he urges.

“Calling the publisher in the morning, so you can find yourself a new ghostwriter.” Satisfaction rolls through you as you hang up on him, the tiny button on your screen giving you power. Yeah, fuck that guy. You plop back down on the on the couch, pulling your laptop back to you. Going through your hard drive, you start to load every file from the past three years with details on Dieter into the recycling bin.

Cold air rolls in from the window, cracked ajar to keep patchouli incense smoke away from the dingy plastic alarm on your ceiling. The rattling outside barely catches your attention, another noise lost to the wind. You blink. Blink again.

You know that feeling, like someone’s watching you? It’s a sense you’ve become mighty acquainted with in the last handful of years. Following a megastar around like a toddling penguin in his entourage tended to pull some attention back on you. When you look up your name, there are a handful of Variety articles, a PopCrave tweet or two that show up. A snapshot of your professional life, all in relation to Dieter. Over time, it’s gotten less uncomfortable. People love celebrities, and they just want to see them. Harmless.

But this feeling…you don’t want to look up from your screen. Continuing the task of putting every last document on Dieter in the desktop’s recycling bin, you switch over to a new tab when you’re done; search for something unimportant, waiting for this to pass. Your breath catches in your throat, heart skipping a beat. Finally, when you can’t fight the urge anymore, you turn and look.

Nothing. The smog-ridden navy sky of Los Angeles meets you with the pathetic twinkle of a far off star. You breathe in through your nose, then out again in a deep sigh. Nothing. Nothing’s there.

Exhaustion claims you when you aren’t paying attention. Your sleep is dreamless, for the most part. You hear a subtle dripping the whole night, searching for the source in the dark. With your eyes closed, the task is impossible. You let the noise come closer, long and loud enough now that you learn to tune it out. Nightmares of a leaky faucet; how odd.

You wake up in the bathtub, laptop beside you, pressed between your clothed thigh and the fiberglass. The faucet leaks steadily above your head, water dripping down onto your skin. It’s gotten all over your face, at the edges of your hairline, in your eyes. Spluttering, you sit up. Your scalp is damp. Water has seeped into the collar of your shirt. Certainly you didn’t settle on the idea of a bath in the middle of the night.

Before you can question it more, your cellphone rings from another room. Scrambling out of the tub, you almost slip and fall against the wall tiles. Getting a grip on the edge of the tub, you step a foot at a time onto the bathroom floor and pad to the living room. Your phone is wedged between the cushions of the couch. Wrenching it from the fabric, you answer on the last ring.

“Hello?”

“I need to see you.” Dieter. Again.

“Dieter, my mind hasn’t changed since last night.” Looking at the clock on the wall, it hasn’t even been twelve hours.

“This isn’t about that,” he says. “Can you just come over?” It almost sounds like he’s begging…almost.

“Look, I’m busy today.”

“Tonight then.” His voice cracks, and you can only imagine the wiry, wide-eyed man on the other end of the line. “Please,” he whispers.

In all of your time spent with Dieter Bravo, you have never heard him use his manners—much less ask for something with such desperate politeness tacked onto the request.

“Okay. Okay, fine. Tonight. Just…don’t do anything stupid, alright?” you ask.

“Yeah. Okay,” Dieter agrees. Then the phone call dies.

You really don’t have anything to do today, the Friday of your week away from Bravoland. Sitting on the couch, you look around your apartment, taking stock of the life you’ve cobbled together here. Instead of pride or nostalgia, it fills you with dread. The glassy frames holding photos of family and old friends make your skin crawl, their resin paper eyes boring holes into you as they stare. A chill crosses over your body, prickling at your arms. You go to close the living room window to find it already shut.

You stay out of the living room, hiding away from a sense of unease in your bedroom. Still, it lingers in your doorway. That watchful sense returns. Your eyes stay open, glued to the ceiling as you lay down. You can’t leave, but you can’t sleep. Keeping your eyes open seems to be all you have—like letting them flutter closed would be an invitation for the unease of the apartment to waltz in and consume you.

Time slows to a drag, the sun absent from the sky as the day passes you by. The grey light from the window bathes everything in an uncanny dullness. Your laptop still sits in the bathtub. When night finally falls, you exit the apartment without looking back. The door closes behind you with a slam. You don’t even touch the handle.

The drive into the Hollywood Hills is the only moment of peace you’ve had since you woke up in that bathroom. You refuse to acknowledge whatever is going on at your place. You’re overreacting. All the work has set you on edge, and now your mind is playing tricks on you.

Yeah, that’s what it is—the work. Fatigue. All those late nights transferring and taking notes, or following Dieter to club after club, waiting for him to finish snorting a full 8-ball outside bathroom doors. Most nights blur together these days, the only thing that differentiates them being the photographs you take and the date you write at the top of your notepad. Your calendar is dependent on what colour tie Dieter wears on The Tonight Show or Kimmel every handful of months.

The Bravo mansion is modest in comparison to some of the architectural monstrosities out this way. Still, it manages to intimidate you every time you see it. Slowly, you pull up to Dieter’s place and park in the cobblestone drive. If you squint, you can see the Hollywood sign through a thick pack of warbling trees.

The sun is not shining down on the house today as it usually is. Even here, on land deemed the pinnacle of both the American and Hollywood dream, the sky is painted an ugly pewter. The building looks shadowy in its height, the twin pair of art deco doors no longer a quirky, eccentric detail of the house but a gaping maw. The small windows that frame them, a result of Dieter’s obsession with triangles, look like raw and jagged teeth. You don’t bother to lock your car when you approach the front steps, using the metal knocker at the door.

It only takes a few moments for Dieter to appear, opening one door and giving you a once-over. He’s still in his pajamas, missing his usual lounging robe. The lack of sunglasses present on his face indicates to you that he’s not hungover (yet).

“You look like shit,” is the first thing he says to you.

“I can still go home, you know.” Taking a step back, you raise a brow at him and angle your body back towards your car. The threat is empty, of course. Nothing could send you back to that place; might as well sell it now.

“Shit—sorry. I’m sorry, come in,” Dieter corrects himself.

The door opens wider with the length of his arm, and you duck in past him. The air inside the house is permeated with must, a mix of mildew and unsettled dust. Usually, the sight of Dieter’s mansion reminds you of general unwash, not a horrible monster house. Today is special.

“So?” you ask, faux-irritation lacing your tone. “You wanted me over here. You know it’s my week off, right?”

“There’s something wrong,” Dieter says immediately. He peers around the edge of the front door before it shuts. He locks the door, then reaches up to fasten the deadbolt.

Immediately, that tells you that this is serious. Forgetting the unease at your own apartment, you ask, “Is your stalker back? She’s out there, isn’t she?”

“What?” Dieter asks. “No, it’s not that. Nothing outside.”

He walks past you and deeper into the house, leaving you no choice but to follow.

“What do you mean, outside?”

“There’s something wrong in the house,” he explains.

“Like…”

Dieter looks around, giving each shoulder a hyperbolic check. Then he walks closer, so close that you can smell his breath—bubblegum toothpaste and cigarettes. Your heart speeds up a little, the proximity eliciting a light jog in your chest. It’s not like man has never been this close, but the last time…

“A haunting,” he whispers.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, an airy chuckle that pushes Dieter back a few feet.

“Come on, Dieter,” you say.

His face pulls tighter, look severe. “I’m serious.”

“Are you high?” you ask. “I don’t smell any alcohol on you. Did you take something? Because I can call your sponsor if—”

“Will you listen to me?!” he roars over you. In the three years you’ve known him, Dieter has never yelled. He gets a little wild, antics more than slightly crazy, but he doesn’t raise his voice. You watch him closely, eyes wide, as he recomposes himself. “There is something wrong in this house. I can’t sleep, can barely eat. It feels like—like I’m never alone. Moreso than usual, okay? I’m waking up in strange parts of the house, and my shit’s in places it shouldn’t be. And I called Brad,” his manager, “and he thinks I’m full of shit. Thinks I’m on another bender. I just…fuck. I just need you to believe me.”

You blink. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Dieter parrots. His eyes are all glossy, ready to spill with fresh tears. You thought that you had seen all of this man, the barest and ugliest parts of him. Now, you see you were wrong. He looks sad. Scared.

“I believe you,” you sigh. “I believe you. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“We could leave,” you suggest.

“No, no,” he insists. “I don’t think it’ll like that.” It.

“So then, what?”

“Stay here? With me,” Dieter says.

You should say no, heart racing now as blood rushes hot through your brain. Instead, you nod and follow him to his home theater, where he seems to be camping out. Dieter has too many candles lit not to be a fire hazard, with bagged snacks and bottles of water strewn about the floor and the plush horseshoe couch; the middle is stuffed with the same plush cushion as the back of the seats, making it more of a circular daybed than anything. Blankets are balled up at one end, two beaten up pillows next to them.

Dieter has the radio playing off of the luxury sound system, the large projector screen dark.

“I don’t think it likes noise,” he explains.

Dieter asks you to sit with him through the night, listening to shitty pop songs, car commercials, and every once in a while, FM radio static. He says the static is it, a creature he refuses to elaborate upon. He fists his hand into the blankets each time the station cuts out and turns to white noise.

This goes on for almost two hours. You start to get bored, and more pressingly, tired. Sleep calls to you, your mind settling the weirdness before as your imagination, and whatever is going on here a facet of Dieter’s. Is it possible for two people who haven’t seen each other in days, and live on opposite sides of town, to share in the same delusion? Surely. They had a name for it—folly of two.

That must be it. Working for a celebrity has finally driven you mad.

Leaning heavy against the cushions of the couch, you allow your eyes to slowly slip closed. Before the world disappears entirely, something is shaking you awake. No, not something, but Dieter. His wide palm is grasped over your shoulder, swaying you back and forth violently in his grip.

“What? What is it?” you growl.

“You can’t sleep,” he says.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Your irritation skyrockets as you sit up, pulling out your phone to scroll through your contacts.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling your goddamn sponsor, so he can do his fucking job and I can get some shut eye.”

Dieter says your name; you ignore him, pressing ‘call’. “Please, don’t do that.” He tries to grab the phone from your hand, but you get up from the couch, out of reach. You want to believe him, you do, but you have no faith. You can't do this anymore; won't entertain the delusion any longer.

The line rings for thirty seconds before the sponsor finally picks up.

“Hi, is this Jo—” you stop yourself. A deep, heavy breathing sounds off from the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Hang up,” Dieter whispers, shaking his head. You raise a finger at him. “Hang up!”

He moves from his lax position, kneeling up far enough to snatch your cell phone away and end the call.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s—”

“There is no it!” you yell. “There is nothing here, Dieter! No one is out to get you, or watching you. No one cares, okay? Ghosts aren’t real.”

Dieter watches you, and you watch him back. Holding a steely gaze, you don’t register the fizzle-pop of light bulbs around the two of you until they’ve already exploded. Shards of hot glass fly from the fixtures and land on the carpeted floor. All at once, the flame at each wick of Dieter’s candles is snuffed out. You stand still, frozen in complete darkness.

Dieter uses your phone for light, the screen illuminating the hollows of his face.

“Except when they are.”

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories #50 followers

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eventinelysplayground · 25 days

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50 Follower Event 🎉🎉

So I posted a bit ago about getting to 50 followers and thanking everyone and mentioned I would try thinking of something for it and I have. This is open to all my followers and anyone who comes across this post just send me a msg or an ask (they should be open).

Pinning for You

Submission Dates: March 24- April 12 2024

Details: This is about unrequited love and how one of the guys feels about that, not a new concept but this is what I kept coming back to. You get to chose two suitors for this the one MC is in love with and the one that is in love with her despite her being in love with another. You can also specify which suitors pov you would like it from or you can leave it up to me. Also if there is a certain event (ie engagement reaction, drunken confession, flirting gone to far) you'd like included you can ask for that as well and I will try my best to incorporate it or again leave it up to me. More than likely these will all be sfw at most a tiny bit of suggestive spice, if you don't want any possible spice let me know though as I said more than likely everything will be sfw. My personal deadline for finishing whatever asks/requests I get will be April 30, 2024 unless I get way more than expected and I need to extend it.

Ikevamp: Any suitor released in english with one exception. I have already written a few fics with Mitsuki and Theo as a couple with Leonardo being in love with her and it's my pet project so I won't be writing for that specific comboination. I will write it the other way around though.

Ikepri: Any suitor released in english. Only exception is a very specific one but it's how Rio would react to Emma and Silvio announcing she's pregnant because I wrote that already lol.

Ikesen: The original 11 guys, and please include a back up from either ikepri or ikevamp as I have not been playing Ikesen long so not sure how well I could do and if I'm not confident I can write it I'd like to have a backup for you.

Thank you again to everyone who has followed me and liked my works! I'm glad I can put something out there that people are enjoying 🙂. I can't wait to see what if any requests I get for this I am both excited and incredibly nervous!

#ikemen prince #ikemen vampire #ikepri #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfic #ikepri fanfic #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen fanfic #50 followers

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jjadecore · 3 months

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OMGGGG YALLLL I am so happy to reach 50 reblogs, 50 followers AND 500 LIKES ??? Y'all are insane!! I feel like I was only a moodboard beginner yesterday ♡

I would like to thank all of you and for all of your support on my moodboards, I promise to try my best to make you satisfied. Again, thank you so much and I love you all.

special thanks to;

my moots - @ddavvs @wonch-ae @apinkfun @nagyumiee @haerins00 @lvrforeso @lil-liaa @silvrrz @eyuulas @reiiofsunn @princwsita @a-arie @anqelnumies @sunwluv @dwllves

my fav mb makers - @baesol @i-kyujin @i-jyunie @wonizz-z @hann1ee @xheeseung @coodollz @iluvrei @wiotas @y-unjins @7minji @i-haerins @raeceah @kouijas @winteryeoni @i4sullyoon @tookio @woni1lover @tyuniwa @sakkurify @luvreiy @wonflirtz @hyeism @wntercafe @p-oisn @fuckici @aegsll @im4yeons @i-nabi @boos2bies @dollyuins

please lmk if I got something wrong ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

#jjadecore #500 likes #50 followers #ive #leeseo icons #thank you #kpop icons #gg icons #isa stayc #isa icons #isa packs

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bigt1e · 5 months

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Mephone and Floory redraw!!

From this scene

ALSO since I'm gen so happy I'll be doing an art comp!! To celebrate 50 followers :]

For the comp you will have to draw one of my ocs doing literally anything. If you do enter, I will doodle an oc of your choosing! The winner(s) will get a full drawing!!!

Use the #Bigtie's art comp or @ me, either is fine!

Hope y'all join!!! :D

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baekkku · 5 months

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GM! Everyone thank you so much for this milestone im really grateful for those who follow, like and re blog this blog. It’s been actually exactly a month since I restarted tumblr and I’m really happy that I can made moodboards, gifs and many more for all of you.

I am trying harder to create better moodboards as I did before but ill keep trying

This is the part where I mention my fav blogs which is basically everyone I follow 💀 (sorry for the unnecessary ping):

@yeritos @p-oisn @sunoofication @sugiieop @s-eori @i-kyujin @m-ime @miye0ns @miye0nsalt @baesol @ninigty @wonyis @wonglits @aesni @i9chae @shua-ssi @editsredvelvet @h-ao @k-azuhas @k-yujin @wiotas @lorlita @i06gyu @i6yunjins @iii-ba @koosuvi @eliatopia @hy4k @i04rei @gaecoo @gaiawons @trivijoy @s-heon @ahinsite @y-urios @y-uisa @y-vna @eunsite @jnssite

& ALOT MORE

#suhrts #50 followers #50 follow milestone #send reqs #reqs open #gabs milestones

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mizkie · 5 months

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☄ . * . ⋆

50 followers!!! I REACHED 50 FOLLOWERS this is so COOL. (i honestly didnt think it would be this quick) i got this acc 3 months ago and reaching 50 is something really huge bc i was scared and thought i was not so good at this and people wouldnt like it but this means A LOT to me i want to thank everyone who supported me every time i posted smth (whether or not it was nice) I REALLY MEAN IT. THANK YOU SO MUCH

i really want to thank @p-oisn for being the most AMAZING PERSON AND SUPPORTING ME and most importantly for INSPIRING ME TO MAKE MOODBOARDS (i had no idea what moodboards were..) ☄ . * . ⋆ fav blogs! @p-oisn @yoongiboongi23 @jaes1lvr @jeonzio @y-vna @y8ves @y-ves @yeritos @i8sei @i-kyujin @i-jaeyun @lovveons @lorlita @winteryeoni @trivijoy @bonfinite @f-eori @snflwwr @raeceah @rkivefr @gigittamic @naoicis @nwtzy @ujito @baesol @i04rei @haevrrs @h-ao @iluvrei @minguukie @wintaecafe @win-k @wonreb @sseulr1n + SO MANY MORE i couldnt tag everyone... ☄ . * . ⋆ also erm i wont be posting for the next week bc tests T-T anyway, i hope everyone has a good day!

#woo #50 followers #🍪🧋🧸#꒰͡ ๑ ｡ ⁺ ⤿ w a l k i e t a l k i e !

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sunny-haven · 3 months

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Goodness, I'm at 50 followers already! I'm glad you all have enjoyed my posts, it's been nice to be able to freely talk about hypnosis here without worrying about anyone judging. Hope all you cuties have a wonderful day~ ^w^

#follower milestone #50 followers #thank you!!! <3

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littleesister · 26 days

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Hello everyone and finally we have a community of 50 people! That’s so cool and that you all my lees and lers and everyone in between for the warm welcome and unconditional support. So now I present, the promised tickle audio and voice reveal ❤️🫠

aka I figured out how to do the official audio version after an hour of technical difficulties 🤣

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particle70 · 5 months

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I'VE REACHED 50 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!

@achickennamedcheese @aubrey-is-singing @tooyoungtoknowitgetsbetter @distinguishedheartpenguin @tshemea @linafoxoficial @miniboosaysstuff @sammiexoxlol1010109 @ask-normal-queenie @pinkieglitterheart @inspired-aspiring-artist @lunashopone @multidimensionalsock @oddogoblino @bookishcatcafe @writing-forever @asterlovessams @fairstival @everlastingorbit @tinyfairart @djblacklight @get-total-eclipsed @ask-manny-and-doi @thatweirdocryptid @a-radio-d3mon @bloodmoonsposts @ralpockenlite @particle709 @ranboomcsaysstuff @massivecollectivedestiny @pivziksixdude @fettuccinemask @xxlil-weebxx @super-ace @clownswolf @fyrerainy @blankkkknight @ruby-d1amond @hauntedsouldreamer @shyfirefest @ranboogles @always-smileing @psychotehfox @thealphavoidofficial @abyssguardian @starboodrawsstuff @silvernmoonlace @local-squishmallow

Thank you all so very much for all the support!

#particle rambles #follower milestone #50 followers #tumblr milestone #thank all of you so much

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