#THANKS EVERYONE

[ficklesprite]

Do you love the colour of the Magnus Archives?

[viny-kun]

SLEEP

@vincentvalentineweek Day 8!

I DID IIIT YAAAAY o/

So happy to have been able to participate in this event! (Now I’m the one who needs to sleep) Thank you!

[theoneofwhomisblue]

Thanks to everyone for helping me hit 99 trillion followers

[sali0512]

your nutcracker Art of Zane was SO lovely, very beautiful! Cant wait to see more!! 💙🤍

thank you so much! I am obsessed with how much people liked this AU! it motivates me so much and makes me happy! thank you so much for following my work

[walking-in-the-sun]

Some of y'all analyze 9-1-1 way too damn much for a primetime network television show. I promise you none of the writers/directors/scenery team are thinking this hard about chairs and couches. They're playing so much of this by ear. The only reason there are chairs at all is because someone is paid to put them there, can we please stop trying to find hidden meanings in this stupid show and just enjoy it?

[tristarnova]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes, here’s the names of everyone how helped the most

@galacticsomewhat @dragonlovegacha @cooler193 @thelazyclown @tristarnova @magologoro @friedcowboypeachpurse @yuriyaoidestroyer @bengal-tigers-on-petunias @soul-of-justice--uty @naomiemuffet @qibsichan @jassylife @kokorodachidanii @cheezbot @wonderhqy @fabseg-creator @darknerdofthesith @dashabot @awkwardqueercreature @moo-ney @iconicosmica @goldenpotato081 @sazdoesarts @keripulli @alechans-cutetickles @professionalyapotologist @evilheart12 @skeleton-mischief @dog-eater822

Thank you everyone

[dysabria]

i can not afford to get involved with this show right now because this is a queer found family of my dreams and even just from gifsets i can feel my brain itching to grab hold and become my new hyperfixation

[nanistar]

well i recently realized that i'm spending most of my free time working on (and thinking about) Saltburn's Clan. i'm also spending a loooot of time on each individual page. so i figured now might be a good time to make an actual patreon ad.

i have a PATREON!!!!

it's new, there;s not a whole lot of stuff on there but if you like SBC or my warriors stuff in general, please consider becoming a Patron! and for those curious, the mini comic ideas i have so far are about how Hollowspur got her scars, and some stuff about Webwhisker's backstory

if you join now you can still get in this month's monthly doodle request thread :3

[theredconversegirl]

~2024 Update

Hello my dear 🍅🌸 friends,

I hope you all had a great 2023 and happy 2024! ✨

It’s been so long - just over a year, I know. 😲 I miss you and being here a lot. I’m still fighting more battles than I can handle, but while fighting them, I realized that I also deserve some small mercies. 🥰

I love reading, I love SS, I love writing, and I love helping you guys, so while I’m not fully back here or active every day like I used to, I’ll start to indulge in small visits here and there. 🥳

I don’t want to create any expectative or promise anything that I can’t deliver, so I created a FAQ page to address common questions, and to outline my plans for sharing content in future interactions.

I tried to be honest with myself as I wrote the page. Essentially, it covers questions about Asks, Reading/Writing, and what I can do online now without overwhelming myself and my life (health/family/work). 🙏😅

You can check it here: FAQ 💬

I've also updated our beloved MASTERPOST. There were a few broken links that weren't opening in the app. And I changed the blurb on the top with current info.😉

Besides this quick update, I wanted to thank everyone for sticking around and for all the kind messages sent my way. 🤗 You guys are awesome! You all make my day and warm my heart with your kindness. 🥰 I really appreciate all of you, thank you so much!! ❤️

I hope everyone has a great week, sending lots of love! 💕

Stay Safe,

xoxo

[bluepandadraws-log]

One mental breakdown and a whole lotta rest (and some pumpkin cupcakes) later, and I'm okay now. Not in any danger or anything. Thank you, everyone who sent those really kind messages. I'm still too emotionally exhausted to answer them, but I appreciate them all the same. I really don't deserve my audience man, why most a y'all so sweet?! /lh

This does not mean I'll turn on Boops. Those ain't my thing, and it annoys me somewhat, sorry σ(^_^;)

[ficklesprite]

Final Magnus Archives Huevember edit!

This was a blast to do and I feel I’ve learned a lot these last 30 days!

[dontcallpanic]

WIP not-wednesday!

I was tagged by the absolutely incredible @seaweed-water and if you haven't read their latest WIP you need to go and do that now! It's dark and sinister and just has everything for all of your murder husband needs. Holy shit it's good!

I mean, I can't follow that example at all and I've been struggling over this for weeks but here's what I have so far although this bit also needs some credit because while this is from a dream I had (yeah I know...) I am certain the dream was inspired by mwsog.cymru's instagram (they go Hard on the weird welsh folk stuff) and @dear-massacre 's Bruised like Violets which continues to haunt me months later in the best kind of way. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46402561/chapters/116830630

It's only loosely related to this snippet but I love bruised like violets with all my heart and I think everyone should read it - and well, credit where credit is due.

So thanks everyone and here you go!

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Stiles is lost. Again. This time, however, he doesn't have the safety of his Jeep around him. This time, he is alone, deep in the forest. Ghostly mist curls lazily through the trees, clinging to the leaves strewn across the floor, weaving between bent and twisted trunks. Above him, the moon hangs round and full in the freezing sky and all around the tall spires of the pines press close, scattering the moonlight across the ground. His breath coils like smoke in the frigid air, the only sign of life in an otherwise deserted forest. Nothing moves. There's nothing for miles that makes a single sound – not even his feet on the frost bitten ground. It's like the whole forest is holding its breath. Between the filtered moonlight, the night is black as pitch and all he can see, creeping in the corner of his eye, are two red rings of light. They appear out of nothing, stalking him through the trees, drifting from shadow to shadow. Taking their time. Stiles picks up the pace, sneakers still eerily silent on the frosted leaves - but he tries not to walk too fast, now. He doesn't want to look too much like prey to whatever it is thats hunting in the dark. He presses forward, stumbling his way around the roots and trunks and the eyes match his progress, step for step. It only occurs to him then to wonder, when did the red eyed monster start hunting him? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Reluctantly he slows his pace again, hands curling into fists by his side, muscles tensing as he steels himself. Whatever it is, he'll meet it head on. He spins around but trips on the uneven ground. His arms spiral out for balance but the distraction costs him greatly and between one moment and the next, the eyes have gone. And strangely the absence actually hurts, a deep ache lodged deep in his chest. His heart begins to hammer even harder against his ribs. An all too familiar sensation of late.

The wind picks up from nowhere, rustling the stubborn leaves, the first sound he's heard in this isolated place. The frozen air sweeps across his brow, kisses his cheeks and pulls the blood to the surface. Pink stains blooming across his skin. Something cracks behind him. He spins again, eyes wild as he scans the trees for the red-eyed monster but it's nowhere to be seen. Instead, looming over him, towering towards the moon, is the burnt out, rotting husk of a house. Stiles stares up at the frame, monsters in the dark temporarily forgotten as he gapes up at the windowless frames that blankly gaze out towards the forest like sockets in a skull. The whole place reeks of bitter ashes and death, the acrid scent of smoke clinging to the mist where it curls around his ankles. Stark patterns of frost have curled around the blackened frame, the door hangs crooked on its hinges, jagged splinters snarling like teeth in the maw of some long forgotten god.

Dread trickles down his spine and coils in his gut. The remains look so violent for something so still. An entire family burned to death. Only the innocent left to face the consequences and he knows there's no justice here. Only grief. He shudders despite not feeling the cold, standing where the trees and moss give way to ash and charred remains. The line between life and death is stark, as if something in the forest recognises just what was ripped away here, leaving nothing but a festering wound. All around him, nature waits, biding its time as if that is all it needs to heal. Then, between one moment and the next, Stiles knows he is not alone any more. There is something in the darkness with him. Something lurking in the trees Behind him. His whole body seizes, freezing fingertips crawl up his back and he turns slowly, ever so slowly, staring hard into the corner of his eye. He expects to see red, slipping between the trees. That would almost be a comfort. Instead, he sees antlers and the long, wicked lines of a bleach-white skull. Stiles flinches back, his hands reaching out, the sound dying in his throat as the skull turns to look directly at him, empty, eternal sockets, piercing and full of intent. A breath of wind shudders through the branches around him, the whole forest rippling with the echoes of an ancient, rotting power, drawn irresistibly in towards them. He can't move. He can't fucking move.

The creature seems to glide forward, moonlight disappearing into the endless darkness of its cloaked body. It makes no sound as it closes in, the ground beneath it remaining untouched. Something fractures inside him and Stiles stumbles backwards, staggering out of the treeline. His feet disturb the ash, small eddies billowing around his feet and still the creature follows.

Ice cold fingers grab his jaw and he is forced to stop. His head is held immobile by strong bone-sharp fingertips but there's nothing there - nothing that he can see. When he raises one shaking hand to his jaw, he only finds his own stubbled skin. Yet the fingers remain, forcing his eyes to meet the gaping sockets of the skull as it drifts closer and closer until it is close enough to kiss.

Ash curls up around them, puffs of air catching at where his fingertips now hang uselessly by his side. Faintly he's aware that there is something caught in the wind – a sound, something reminiscent of words. The skull twists, tilting to the side, it's grinning teeth glinting sharply in the moonlight. It commands his focus, forces him to listen. It sounds almost like a voice, a woman's whisper, caught and carried, barely there, lost to the air. It sounds almost like a wish. Almost like a curse.

Come home, my darling.

Stiles jerks awake as if someone has blasted an air horn in his ear. He pistons upright, almost overbalancing the chair and grips hold of the desk to stabilise himself just in time. Holy shit. It was a dream! It was a mother fucking dream.

He swears loudly into the silence scrubbing a shaking hand through his hair. Fuck. His subconscious must be on one if that was what it was coming up with. Stag skulls and full moons and the burnt out Hale house. The red eyes almost seem secondary when faced with all that shit. He places a hand on his chest, oddly reassured by the hammering of his own heart after the stillness of the woods. Jesus Christ. He feels like he has been asking this a lot recently but seriously - what the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

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Gentle no pressure tags to: @gege-wondering-around @patolemus @hellameyers and anyone else who wants to share!

[eluxurex]

....

Let me be honest. I never actually thought I would reach past 50 followers much less a freaking 100. I guess this is somewhat early Christmas gift that has been bestowed unto me by you guys. Thank you, seriously.

Man, I thought I was freaking dreaming when I say the number today. It felt like a fever dream, me, an idiot that started properly posting during the summer holiday this year getting 100 followers like what, 3 months later?

I don't even have much to say about this. I thought that Tumblr would just be one of the many sites I have stumbled across on, get excited about, then leave. Apparently, this is not the case, as I'm still here and my account birthday is somewhere in December/January.

You all the best. All of you. My mutuals, the people that always passed by to drop likes,the guys that I have followed(regardless of whether we're mutuals),literally everyone that I have liked a good number of their posts. I literally wouldn't have bothered to try this hard if not for all of you.

Thank you ;)

(Damn, my exams are coming on like 2-3 weeks. I'm fucked)

[zer0-devoox]

WIP

#thanks

[sali0512]

many artists are doing this trend and I will do it too, plus since I am new to tumblr, in these frames you can see my old art from insta that I did not post here

[yeossemble]

♡⃕ ︵ thank you for 200+ followers ♡ 　 ∿

thank you so much for more than 200 followers ! i have an event scheduled & i plan on posting it in a few days. (i hope it doesn't flop since it's my first event) i started this blog less than 4 months ago & i'm really grateful for the support! i really love making moodboards, dividers + layouts & i hope to continue doing so. thank you to everyone who follows & supports me, ily all 💝 /p

♡⃕ ︵ my mutuals + favorite blogs ♡ 　 ∿

@iluvrei @wonysela @cybertink @yuqi-luv @pommecita @koosuvi @kouijas @i6gyu @i-kyujin @i4mnari @mxlly143 @i8sei @markirlse @p-oisn @wontree @baesol @v6que @v6mpcat @minjiette @sakkurify @s-heon @stygabbs @aiirene @ayatxt @bambicito @gigittamic @c-haein @chaeneuu @raeceah @mizkie @umiena @egorls @ecojinri @trivijoy + more, but i really don't want to disturb any more blogs 😭😭

(PLEASE lmk if you want your tag removed from here)