#700 followers!!

[an-albino-pinetree]

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I’m at 700 of you, how-

[shouta-edits]

Wow, I've been so busy, I didn't even know that we got 700 followers!!! thank you guys so much for all the support; I appreciate it! Sorry I haven't been active lately... I've been preparing myself mentally for the amount of work I'll have to do due to the total eclipse.

[astranne]

“Welcome listeners, to Dislyte XHz Radio! I’m your host Discboom and very excited to tell you all about the newest thing going on! The Miracle has acted out again, but instead of spitting out enemies as usual, we were bombarded with Heart Disks instead! Insane, I know- what? Oh, I totally forgot! I need to tell you what Heart Disks are. Listen careful, will you?”

HEART DISK MILESTONE EVENT — 700 FOLLOWERS

“Heart Disks show your mind and soul, embodying a unique song. When listening to it, it tells you more about the character and personality of this person. Well, most times. Because Heart Disks also show your emotions, your deepest secrets, changing the whole song constantly… Don’t worry! While everyone can listen to other people’s Heart Disks, not many can understand what they hear. This is why I’m here, to help you understand!”

welcome, to my newest milestone event! we’ve reached 700 followers (and as i’m creating this post, we already surpassed this number 🤭) and this is my thank you to all of you <33 you guys gave me motivation to write, to hang on, to not leave this place and return from my several hiatus very sorry about those and keep writing! thank you everyone for being here :) for this event, please read the requesting requirements carefully! there is also a first come, first serve situation hehe, since i will only have 15 request spots available. i will write smth small for each request, sometimes a little bit more, sometimes a bit less.

“You found a Heart Disk? That’s awesome! Can you help me before we listen to it? Don’t worry, just some simple analyzing will do.”

— HOW TO REQUEST;

CHOOSE A FANDOM

fandoms i will write for in this event: blue lock, dc, dislyte, genshin impact, jujutsu kaisen, mcu, solo leveling

CHOOSE A CHARACTER OF SAID FANDOM

tell me which character you would like to have!

CHOOSE ONE SONG

any song is possible, as long it has lyrics. please add to the song name also the creator!

CHOOSE ONE LINE FROM THE LYRICS OF SAID SONG

this may be your favorite line, the one you think fits your chosen character the best or simply because you think it’s beautiful. it’s your choice!

“Great! Now it’s time to enjoy them! Ah- you would like to listen to the other Heart Disks? Of course, here they are, all neatly put away. But put them back where you got ‘em when you’re done, alright?”

— HEART DISKS FOUND 6/10

01 | TANG YUN [DISLYTE] — SIX PILLS BY ROSENDALE

one to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain, three to clear your mind, forget all the hate

02 | NAGI SEISHIRO [BLLK] — IN MY DREAMS BY RED VELVET

don’t wake me up, deceive me sweetly in my dreams

03 | MIKAGE REO [BLLK] — BLUE HOUR BY TXT

(but it’s you) you’re the one i want, (you) everything that i want, (blue) the blue that fell by my side, everything changes

04 | DILUC RAGNVINDR [GI] — MEMORIES BY CONAN GREY

i wish that you would stay in my memories

05 | ALHAITHAM [GI] — LOVE AGAIN BY ISAK DANIELSON

i want more, i want fireworks and thunder, in the heat of a summer night, can we go back forever? love me again, i want it all, set the city on fire, like a feeling that never dies, can we go back forever? love me again

06 | KAEYA ALBERICH [GI] — CUPID‘S CHOKEHOLD BY BREAKFAST IN AMERICA

i know i'm young, but if i had to chose her or the sun, i'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

07 | ITADORI YUUJI [JJK] — COME BACK FOR ME BY JAYMES YOUNG

don’t come back for me, after all i‘ve bleed for you, i can hardly breathe, and one more kiss, could take my life

…

“Beautiful, aren’t they? And so different from each other! I’m glad I could share these with you and all the listeners here. Maybe one day, the Miracle will bless us with these again…”

ASTRANNE 2023

[cute-sucker]

all i can think about is boxer!rafe with his cute clumsy gf??

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rafe being a boxer did not help your situation as an unnaturally clumsy person.

you're always on the brink of failing down, head face first into concrete, or something even worse. you feel like an idiot every single day as you try to get through obstacles that face your everyday life.

going up the stairs? yes, you have fallen going up the stairs.

going down the stairs? check that off the list too. that was done a hot minute ago. it's all a blur to you, but when you and rafe first got into a relationship it was alarming the amount of bruises you got.

it was strange to be with someone so coordinated as him, as if every single on his moves was coordinated. you had watched him box and every move deliberate. power and strength oozed off of him, and you wondered what you even offered in the relationship. after all he was the one taking care of you.

he could tell when you were about to fall - his hand stuck out to catch you, he could tell when you were going to trip, hands reaching for your shoulders. you would always give him a cute smile afterwards, and a welcoming kiss.

but there were other times when you felt worse about it, crying to him about how incompetent you were, "can't do it, rafe. i'm so, so clumsy," and you could tell that he was fighting the urge to laugh as you pouted.

"nah. i like it," he would mutter, before gently smudging your lipstick with his finger as he tilted down to give you a peck, "keeps me on my toes."

and yet there were times when being clumsy did not help at all.

you were snuggled to his side, smelling his hoodie in deeply before sighing. the movie was playing in the background as he held you close to his chest, as a soft humming escaped your lips. it was a moment you knew you would always remember, and you raised your arms to stretch.

little to your knowledge the sleeves of your shirt went down to uncover a litter of blue and green bruises. they looked fairly recent but still were blossoming on your skin. unbeknownst to you, rafe's eyes quickly traveled to your arms.

"hey? you good?" he sputtered out, and you gave him a smitten nod, burrowing deeper into his chest. rafe looked even more concerned, readjusting - which forced you to get up as a short whine left your mouth.

he tugged at your sweatshirt, "what the hell was that?"

you furrowed your eyebrows, "what the hell was what? you have to be more specific rafe-" you hated this, and even though you didn't know what he was talking about there was this inkling of fear that stuck into your heart.

rafe let out a grunt, before pulling away down your sleeves again, and then he pointed at the bruises, "these? who hurt you?"

dumbfounded you stared at your arms, and then looked at rafe - his eyes practically bugging out of their sockets, jaw clenched as if a vein was about to burst and you couldn't help but start giggling.

"hey. hey, focus," a hand reached for your jaw as you stared into his steely eyes. suddenly you saw another side of him, the rafe that everyone talked about. the one that could knock out a guy with one punch, the one that came home with bloody knuckles and a chewed mouth guard. and yet it was the same rafe that slept in your bed comfortably and whispered your name gently as if he wanted to etch it on his heart.

that rafe.

you had zoned out again before you noticed his furious expression, and then an unpleasant smile that crossed on his face. it looked as if he was trying to feign being calm, and you felt tears prick your eyes.

"rafe-"

"no crying. c'mon baby, just give me a name."

now you were chuckling through tears, and he gave him an incredulous look.

finally he pecked your lips, his words oddly sweet, "listen. i've always told you i'm gonna protect you right. it's jeff isn't it-" his words came out sharp, and you knew exactly who he was talking about - your boss at the restaurant you worked at who complained about your inability to do anything right.

but that was definitely not it.

"rafe!" you finally sputtered, "rafe it's me."

finally he stopped, his mouth gaping open, "what do you mean it's you sweets?"

you huffed, looking down at your arms, "i'm so darn clumsy that i have bruises everywhere. i always check before i go to bed, yk' to check how many i have."

rafe's concern quickly shifted to a mix of frustration and worry as he examined the bruises on your arms, letting soft clucks. he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair before turning to you with a furrowed brow.

"sweetheart, you have to be more careful," he said, his tone tinged with annoyance but softened by genuine concern, and then he finally tugged you in closer as you started to protest.

"we'll talk about this later. maybe you'll start boxing, huh? you'll be my little champ."

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taglist for all my fics; @wearemadeofstardust0

taglist for boxer!rafe: @maybankslover @vogueprincess @spookyscaryspoon

let me know if you'd like to be added!

[09smp]

butterfly

[buwheal]

Damn, Spam, did the cake taste that bad? - bad joke. Sorry you're havin' a rough day. We're here if you need to talk, or if you just need a distraction.

[devilsrains]

from eroica with love (1976-2012) volume covers by yasuko aoike

[krazydraws]

Staroba:]]

[lou-from-moonwood]

On Shuffle: a Pose Pack

Hey, y’all. Here’s another little pose pack for your sims! ❤️

Info and Creds:

Named after my music playlist and how it’s always on shuffle 💃

There’s 6 poses, each with 2 variations/expresssions

The CAS version replaces the gloomy animation.

Make sure pose player is installed!

Click shuffle to open my CC folder.

Download: 🔀 🔀

[nanstar200]

Hiii I made some doodles!!! These are pretty recent but I wanted to highlight the little spam angels 😿 they’re just so cute I simply cannot

[doing-swell]

It was last June - a one night stand with your coworker at the summer holiday kickoff happy hour. When he came inside of you, you thought your birth control would handle it. Then two weeks later you realized your boobs were spilling out of your bra… and your lower belly started getting firmer. As you looked in the mirror and turned to the side, you noticed a curve and gasped. How were you already so pregnant?

You were so embarrassed, you had to switch to remote work. You couldn’t handle facing your coworker again. Until one day, your boss told you that you needed to come in for a necessary in-person meeting. “Fuck,” you thought.

Well, it turns out the guy who did this to you also needed to be at this meeting. His eyes went wide as you went into the room, only 5 months and looking like you’re about to give birth at any point. Noticeably out of breath. You make eye contact and instantly know that June wouldn’t be the last time he fucks you.

It also turns out triplets run in his family.

Later that night, he was happy to find out you were even hotter with a giant belly filled with his babies. He can’t wait to fuck you for these next four months, until you can’t even get out of bed. Just lay there and grow for daddy. Good girl 😇

🩷Support the Source and inspiration for this story! 🩷

[pineappical]

i love drawing ted smiling because i can just scrunch him up SO MUCH

[constellations-and-energy]

Hi! I need $700 for moving on October 15th for the down payment

I am back to work after recovering from surgery but i did lose 2 weeks of pay which would have covered the difference

please help and share if you can, this is about housing and I need help. i’ve been posting since June and i want this to just be over. please 🙏

vnmo: virgobones

[hellinglaozu]

Seventeen Romance - 1

CC: Transformation!

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This is a series of loosely connected arts & comics of wangxian in magical girl AU. I'll try to update every couple days!

[pascalsbby]

Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood

Summary: It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.

Warnings: mdni, 18+, eventual smut (c’mon…wouldn’t be a celebration without it)

This is satire. Kinda. It’s me laughing at myself & my love for this fictional man. But you’re laughing along, because you get it. Let me know what you think!!

This is a part of my 700 follower’s celebration. Read the detailed description here 🩷

It all started with this:

Let me set the scene:

It’s 9:45pm on a Friday, and this is better than having the house to yourself. This is the time of week where we tuck our children (and husbands) in, and we gather around this shitty glass table as the tales are whispered through. It starts off with your usual: sugar-salted peach margaritas turned to two, a joint, and then the riveting conversation of, “now who would leave that dick?”

We call ourselves ‘Joel Miller’s Neighborhood Wives’. It’s a mouthful. But we like a mouthful. So- sit down, have a smoke, a wee little drink, and listen to the goss.

The neighborhood wives (Kat, Kali, Chloe on the right of you, Kit, Vic, Bug & Angela to the left) are all cuddled around Kat’s patio, enacting a dramatic retelling of ‘who the fuck is Joel Miller?’ Himself, somewhere across the street, wondering why every now and then he hears a chorus of squeals. Then, he smiles to himself and wishes he had the guts to grace y’all with his presence. He’s not invited though.

This is the first time you’ve hung out with them, and maybe the last, tbh. No way this Miller guy is worth all this fuss.

And, action.

It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller. We take whatever we can get from him, between when we hear his truck two streets over, lightly running across the hollow wooden floors to put on our slippers. The low growl from his truck pipes (or yours) grows louder as he turns the corner onto the street. We watch as he drops out of the truck and thuds against the concrete, slamming that damn door closed. Probably how he lets all his ladies know he’s home. Our eyes follow his form, tapping all the way up to his front door before he takes those goddamn cowboy boots off. We stumble out of the front door and check the mail. Well, only for the third time that morning. What? We are all always expecting something, alright? You catch what you can before his shoulders disappear through the blue-chipped front door, right back into his house. We close the mailboxes simultaneously and sadly drip back to our front doors. No hello’s today.

Sometimes later in the night before supper, you’ll see the door shaped hole widen in the darkness, warmth boasting from behind as Joel’s form takes up the light, smiling as he pats Tommy on his way inside. Tommy usually drinks too much and stays the night, so we sit back and tend to the family. We ride our delusions in the meantime. Then, the cycle continues. It’s like… the cycle of life. You know?

He seems like your typical gentleman, Joel. A Southern-raised man, one who would let you be his nuclear-family sweetheart. Cook for him, clean for him, spread *it open for him, let his massive fucking hands feel any part of you they wanted. Especially if that meant they were to explore more under the stiff shirtwaist dresses. Or in. We would all rather him in.

Spread, what, exactly? Oh yeah dude, sorry. I meant: *Cunt, asshole, any part of you he wanted to look down the middle of and split open, really. We aren’t shy about it when it comes to talking to each other. Obviously.

The aforementioned Tommy?

That’s his brother, probably about seven or eight years younger. He is a beau too, but he doesn’t seem the type to really fuck it out of ya. I mean sure, he has done his fair share of fucking around with the moms’ of the neighborhood, too. Bug even whispered a tale of Tommy going after those mom’s college daughters, swooping in to help clean the pool before setting them gently on the concrete and swiping their panties to the side as he buried his face in them. He always made sure they were at least 22. This is only moments after the pretty younger girls make their way back into the pretty, white iron gates afront their parents' houses.

Fair enough, he has the same curls wrapping down the base of his neck, kissing the skin beneath them. He has the ‘Miller Smirk’ - what the town wives call it. The Miller brothers are known throughout the neighborhood for their distinct brand of charm. Both possess an effortless charisma that begs you to get on your knees. But they never let us. Sad. Their shared features aren’t few, but none are as similar and charming as their half-smiles. Grins always slightly tilted, as if they were sharing an inside joke with each other but not the rest of the world.

So of course Tommy is desired to an extent, physically, of course. Emotionally? Probably not. But shit, you’d have both if you could. Paris looks great this time of year. Anyways.

He wasn’t the Miller we all grappled over and wanted so deeply, despite a metal band around our fingers (or not). His competency and willingness. They way he looks at his daughter. Oh yeah…girl dad. The way he looks in the Texas heat. His back, flexed and sweating through his too-tight shirt. “The day that man wears a white shirt and it’s over 90 degrees- I will drop fucking dead. Someone take care of the kid for me,” Kat.

There’s been one story about Joel that is retold over and over like it’s fuckin’ Genesis Chapter 3, creation and all. The story on how, why, we all got here to begin with. No one can agree who first told it. Angela or Bug, shit…was it Chloe? Okay, okay, it really doesn’t matter at the moment. Just listen.

It was late August, three years ago. Hot and dripping with the dead-end heat of summer. Almost as if it was giving all it could before the last of it sputtered out and away, knowing Fall was right around the corner to take its place- happy to finally have a rest. A for sale sign that had been smiling at you for months was suddenly gone, the dirt still fresh from where it had been happily ripped. Joel Miller, Mr. Texas cowboy himself showed up one day as the crickets started singing, he kissed the cicadas goodbye for the season, unloaded the Miller Construction van and then he never left. A few weeks later after he and his brother fixed up the place, a little girl was running up the concrete to the front door. But there was no wife.

When he moved into the neighborhood, a new era dawned. It was one where the wives would rather mow the lawn, take the trash cans out on Wednesday nights, and tend to the long-forgotten garden. No really, all of our gardens are pristine now. Because somewhere not too far away there was a beautiful, muscular man with a mustache you wanted to wet, and God, his nose. A nose that was prominent even a few houses down, sun setting behind as it sat there strong and just uh- you knew a nose like that would be tickling your clit while he used his tongue other places. Or the other way around, whichever way you were sitting. Whatever way he wanted you to sit.

It was something about that deep navy cotton shirt his chest and shoulders grace about once or twice a week. The other is some form of a Lakers’ tee, yellow or purple, love-worn but scrunched up and stretched in the right places. You’ll see. Maybe that in itself, how it wraps around his sun-bathed/loved/kissed skin is the reason for everyone’s fever induced fluster. Maybe it’s the drawl, and the fact he absolutely drips of sex.

Most interactions end with deep breaths leaning against the door, knocking on your chest. Or texting the group message (we’ll add you in a minute, it’s called JMW)((Joel Miller’s Whores)). He always has something to say, something to coo at you while you in turn try not to purr back… at least with your mouth. Although no, because you would purr around him with your mouth if he’d only ask for it.

But you? Metaphorically, denoting us all. No, he would never look down upon you, between his eyelashes and brooding smile, dark, tanned skin smelling of the day- “want you to pull the pretty dress up and get on your knees. I’m tired from the day, workin’ so hard for this family. Leas’ you could do is suck my cock, no?” And he didn’t know it, but he was right. He did work so hard for this family. He was your maladaptive daydreaming, he’s what you giggle at during fake conversations, he was the cock slipping between your hungry folds at night.

Instead, it was half-baked smiles and short waves in the drop off line in the morning. He walks Sarah in, every single day. She’s getting to the age where she seems like she’d deter the sweet action, but she doesn’t- she loves him that much. We never see him in the afternoon, his barely-present wife (he has to have a wife, right? Like Bug says, “I mean look at him”), was probably the one picking up Sarah. Probably taking her to some even bigger house on the richer side of town because it's her turn to watch her. How the hell could you leave someone like Joel?

But regardless, we never see her. Never have the entire time we’ve peeked out of our blinds, running to turn off the lamp so no one can see the strip of light coming from the window.

He has never brought a woman inside of that house, let alone has anyone left it. Once, Tommy brought a girl to their Thanksgiving dinner and Vic told Kit she had come alone, first, and hugged Joel. That “Joel was extra smiley to her.” Moral of the story, we don’t know for sure if he’s still married or he’s just somehow keeping that dick to himself.

Jesus, Kat retold that story for three fucking weeks. But, we don’t really blame her. It was how it all began.

Don’t get me wrong, Joel Miller is available- if that pesky little wasp hive directly atop your living room window is getting out of hand, and you just happen to be a single mom who so desperately needs a man’s touch. Not like that. Well, yeah like that. Then, you could count on Joel Miller to back up his old blue truck bed into your driveway, set up his ladder, and allow you to spend the next hour watching through the window as his shirt pulls up his stomach as he does his diligent work.

His v-lines kissed by veins and tufted black hair towards his middle, peeking up and saying hello every time his jeans got a little too low. Musta forgot his usual belt. Or maybe his work belt was a tad too heavy today. Uh, to take that pressure off of his back for him, and into your hands.

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But him owing you? That’s a different kind of available. It was a week later, the morning before the mom gathering, and you had only seen Joel once. Yes… peaking through your blinds. Then you heard his voice.

“Hi ma’am,” he waved, turning your attention from where you were setting your bags in the car. “Sarah, ask the pretty lady what you wanted, don’t make her wait any longer in this heat.” He was loading his work tools into the bed of his pickup. Another bed of his you’d like to grace.

Shit. Maybe this Miller was worth the fuss.

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Part 2 later this week babes <3 It will be an actual fic, hehe.

@justagalwhowrites @cool-iguana @strang3lov3 @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @netherfeildren @chloeangelic

[jaewsss]

THANK YOU FOR 700 FOLLOWERS!!! 😭

i want to say thank you to everyone who supports my blog. i started this blog just a year ago and i've had about 700 followers this year. this is a very large number. i really appreciate every follower. you are the best people!! 😭 LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! 🩷

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