#and i WILL draw everyone this time I PROMISE

[centrally-unplanned]

Wasn't quite in the headspace today to be postin', but the New York Times had to drag me to my keyboard by publishing an article about "The rise of otaku". An article on otaku! In the Year of Our Lord 2025!!

It isn't that you can't do that, of course - the thesis about how Japan's otaku approaches to fandom grew to dominate the wider world is a perfectly valid one to discuss. But if you do, you need to grapple with the cultural detritus the West has accumulated about "otaku culture" over the years, and it does not reach that bar. It isn't "cringe", it isn't obviously wrong, but it is stuck in the past. Take the headshot you can see above of a 単眼面/Tanganmen, or "one-eyed mask". The author is using it to showcase the ~crazy things~ people in Japan who are into anime-adjacent stuff do. In other words, the Weird Japan trope, where for complex reasons niche one-off things done by influencer-types or media companies in Japan get transported to the West to be used as symbols of Japan's "alt" culture. So while in English searching "tanganmen" throws up Vice articles, in Japan the creator of these masks Ozawa Dango has 6000 followers on Twitter:

She first made them in 2012, and while like props to her for keeping an art project alive, the source the NYT uses is an article from 2019, 7 years later - which is itself from 6 years ago! This isn't a "thing" in Japan, it is not a relevant part of otaku culture, and I think having it be front billing here is deceptive. I have a similar-if-less-intense reaction to the usages of the classic "otaku room photos" in the article:

This does reflect a real phenomenon, for sure, but for one the first photo is from 2014, and the second from 2019. In fact, none of the photos in the article are from the 2020's at all - a serious problem for a discussion of a youth pop-culture-focused movement. But let's take that first photo - it is from Shiori Kawamoto's 2014 “Daraku Room” book. Did you notice, like I did, that our girl is, well, really hot? Like way too hot to be that devoted to moe yuri series YuruYuri? For context, let's look at some other photos from that book!

Thanks, JapanTease.net! I can't tell you where this book ranks on the gravure-scale, I don't own it, but I can promise you is not zero. That girl might actually be a massive yuri manga fan, I won't judge, but the point is that pulling photos from a softcore porn glam book to stand-in for otaku is not what we in the statistics business call a representative sample. Like the one-eyed mask, this isn't real otaku at all.

Okay, enough photo dunks, let's get into the text. Those dunks are relevant, of course; they play on older tropes about Japan, "Weird Japan" and the "Otaku Room", and that problem continues throughout the article. First up, we have foundational quotes from Susan Napier, who is something of a trope herself as the first American academic to publish serious-yet-accessible works about anime starting in the 1990's. I am not a fan of her work, as she constantly tries to draw overly ambitions and serious social and historical connections between anime and the world, and we see that on display here:

[She] traces the origins of the otaku to the Edo period. Beginning in the early 17th century, sanctioned red-light districts known as pleasure centers were built in Tokyo, Kyoto and Osaka as sites for courtesans to entertain men; other areas were designated for enjoying Kabuki theater. “You had the development of a fan culture with people who loved a particular courtesan or actor.”

Strictly wrong? No - but Edo's red-light districts did not invent the idea of a celebrity, let's be real. That is a socially-universal concept that existed for centuries before then across the globe, and it didn't really lead to otaku (a very modern phenomenon) in any causal way. But it makes it sound more distinguished, more artistic, the way 2000's fans of anime in the west wanted their hobby to look.

That temptation to universalize cuts a different way too - lumping too much under the "otaku" umbrella. Since it has that "otaku led the future of fandom" thesis, it wants to label everything from themed Shinjuku bars to Lolita as "obsessive otaku fandom" to sell you on that idea. However, while those concepts are linked, sure, are they the same phenomenon? When, as the article quotes, Marie Kondo calls herself an "organizing otaku", is she actually saying anything about creative fandom? Or is she making a joke, and she is just an interior designer/lifestyle guru like every country everywhere has had for decades? These comparisons obscure more than elucidate, because "otaku" culture was historically, by a large majority, composed of media otaku. Japan did not invent or export a model of people being devoted craftsmen or opening themed restaurants. What it did "export" was the idea of fandom-as-identity and fandom-as-creativity, which media fans in the relevant eras dominated.

A topic around which, admittedly, the article has a bit of a knot it can't untie; because it is an article about otaku that doesn't want to mention sex. Beyond Edo-era red-light districts, the only mention is from a gender lens:

Wong and others make a point to address what he calls “the elephant in the room”: an undercurrent of female sexualization that began with manga and which, in what’s still a rather male-dominated society, extends to the broader world of otaku

"Elephant in the room" guys it is the whole room. It is a whole city block! You mention Comiket - oh sorry, "Comic Market" - but delicately dance around how those "750,000 attendees" bought at least as many porn doujins. And unlike Marie Kondo this is foundational to how otaku cultural dynamics were formed, and how they spread - the erotic content was a core part of why everyone "showed up" in the early days. And it is how the media mix and fandom-creator model spread to other countries, building on extant communities writing fanfiction and making fanart zines. You could not mention this topic at all if you didn't want to, but if you are going to touch on "sexualization" you need to own its importance. I almost see this as a sort of memetic response; in the anime early days everyone bashed otaku as perverts. In the new, tolerant era of today the author doesn't want to engage with that, but they overcorrect by essentially ignoring it. You have to find the middle here if you want to understand the history.

Okay, okay, that is enough - I know this is a very "death of a thousand cuts" essay, there isn't like a core failed thesis. As the New York Times, articles like these both set the standard for narratives around a topic and reflect the standard ideas already out there, so it is frustrating for it to be so... ungainly, and I wanted to note that. Set the record straight, as it were. But I will admit it is better than it probably would have been a decade ago, it does reflect growth in the discourse. And it isn't like it has some straight up nonsen—

After the original series [Neon Genesis Evangelion] aired, his most passionate followers, disappointed with the final two episodes, pressured Anno to redo the ending in a subsequent film trilogy.

Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME there are practically storyboards for End of Evangelion in the show broadcast next episode previews oh sure fans had to pressure Anno to fulfill the dream of every anime creative to get a big movie budget and make millions of dollars doing what he wanted to do for the TV show anyway before they collectively shot the production schedule in the head what kind of ADV Films 90's mistranslated rag interview garbled by a 2000's Reddit post bullshit is this the NEW YORK TIMES is LYING ABOUT THE PRODUCTION HISTORY OF EVANGELION I will BREAK INTO YOUR GOD DAMN HOUS—

[knight-of-flowerss]

I am tooo addicted to Trucker Cregan being a dad, imagining you being really sick with the twins or later on it being a difficult pregnancy and him stepping up more and having to wrangle his crotch goblins as you put them lmaooo and he complains but lowkey bonds with them a ton and misses them more when he has to go back to work (especially gilly but dont tell her brothers)

OMG YESS AWEEE (and I'm loving how people are catching on to calling his kids crotch goblins 😭)

IM SO SORRY THESE ARE TAKING FOREVER TO WRITE IVE BEEN SO NOT MOTIVATED AND I HAVE TO GO INTO HOSPITAL AND STUPID COLLEGE AND LIFE SHIT 😞😞😞 I promise I love y'all these are just so bad they seem like I don't, I'm sorry 😖☹️

Dad!Trucker!Cregan Stark x Pregnant!Reader + Their crotch goblins

MASTERLIST

Cregan was less than happy about the idea of taking care of his kids while you were going through the last painful leg of your pregnancy.

He was miserable to say the least.

So the luck of him getting any action was already nearly out the window, but if he asked nicely you'd probably blow him. But now that he's got these four cock blocks hanging on his every move, yeah, that luck is six feet under.

Gilly loved him but maybe too much, she always wanted to be with daddy and do whatever daddy's doing. He loved her to bits but it was getting old real fast whenever he just wanted to drink a beer in peace.

Rickon was probably the easiest. The shy boy was always either sat next to Cregan on the couch watching whatever 'football' (I'm putting it in quotations 'cause fuck y'all Americans how dare yous call that football. ☹️🫵) show was on, Rickon didn't even like 'football', it was just the only time he got to sit with his daddy without his siblings interfering, or he was sat on the bed next to you and showing you how much he's learned in school and showing off how much he can read and write.

Ned was the most annoying. The little shit wouldn't give him a moments peace. Once, Cregan was kissing Ned's head as he tucked him in and the fucker launched himself up and bit down on his Adam's apple. Yeah, that shit hurt. He can't even go 'yeah, he's a pain in the ass, but I love him'. To Cregan, it's 'He's a pain in the fucking ass and my girlfriend said I have to love him so'.

And Denny. The fucking prick that loves his momma more. He's two, so you can pretty much assume how much Cregan hated that, especially with all the screaming and crying every time Cregan tried to pick him up.

He really didn't want to deal with them. Like, really. But he saw the condition you were in. He knew you couldn't handle them by yourself in the last leg of your already painful pregnancy.

The first few days were.. eventful..

Drawings all over the walls, dirty dishes everywhere, dirty clothes strewn across the kids rooms and toys thrown around throughout the house. Cregan even had drawings in felt pen all over his bare back since he accidentally fell asleep before the kids.

This carried on for a few days until he got used to them, learnt who liked what.

Gilly loved pancakes with honey and lemon juice but no sugar. Rickon waffles slathered in chocolate spread covered in sugar and a various assortment of fruits on top. Ned was the one that decided he wanted to be fancy and his favourite were blueberry pancakes with jelly on top. Denny just ate anything infront of him to be honest.

Gilly loved pink skirts but hated pink dresses. She'd rather have a green dress, weirdly. But no green top. And she adores her yellow, sparkly wellies, she'll wear them wherever she goes with whatever outfit she wears, no matter if it clashes or not.

Rickon, like everyone expects I suppose, loves those sophisticated shorts. You know, the ones that the rich kids wear on Easter with the button up striped blue and white shirt with a navy bow tie and suspenders. Yeah, he'd rock that whole outfit everyday if he could, much to Cregan's dismay.

Ned just wears shorts and whatever shirt you pick for him, the same with Denny, even though he'd shimmy off those shorts halfway through the day.

He learnt that Gilly was scared of thunder, so was Ned, Rickon was scared of rabbits weirdly and Denny was fearless, I think he's yet to develop fear. Wait, no, I guess you could argue he's scared of Cregan but even Cregan himself can't tell if Denny's scared of him or just hates him lmao.

He slowly started to realise why and how people actually love their kids. I mean, how can he not look at them after spending a month and a half with them and think not?

And after the twins were born, it was a plateful. Seriously. Taking care of two demanding newborns and three demanding kids alongside a weird little shy one who just kinda stands in the corner, it was a lot.

And when Cregan had to return back to work after a month since the twins were born, he was sad on the inside. He was going to miss getting jumped on and getting the wind knocked out of him each morning by Ned. Getting stickers placed on him to 'make him more pretty' by Gilly. Getting given evil looks by just existing from Denny. Rickon's side eyes whenever he sits with him, making sure his daddy was still happy and okay that he was there with him. He even missed the two newborns, the two pains in his ass, the two who keep both you and him up at night.

He secretly missed all his kids but he openly missed you, well, openly in front of his kids, never anyone else. He's still a fucking bastard at the end of the day. Your bastard.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood @velaryyon

[sillygoofyqueer]

"You could have written this at any time during the day actually, what have you been doing?-" You know what why don't you mind your own business. Let me go through my many stages of Doing Things Is A Big Commitment in peace!!! MAD SCIENTIST AU. Why anyone would let either of the two psychopaths out of their sight is beyond Lan Wangji, but he's meditating and doesn't want to break his concentration as Wei Wuxian goes to check on the monster - better a Wen than anyone else, he supposes. He comes back all excited like "okay so the Wen cut the ropes BUT there is another way out through the lake I think. The monster is sleeping, and we just need someone to check it out." There's a lot of silence before Jiang Cheng (one day I'll fit him into the AU) is like "how certain are you?" Wei Wuxian mentions leaves in the pond and he sighs and goes "I can do it."

They all sneak back into the chamber to find the monster unmoving as promised, and Jiang Cheng just dives into the lake (fully clothed, there are ladies present) without so much as a ripple in the water. Everyone's holding their breaths, Lan Wangji keeps looking back at the beast and expecting it to wake up out of the blue, but then Jiang Cheng pops up and clambers back to shore with information of a hole out big enough for a few people to slip through at a time. Wei Wuxian, once again, takes almost natural control of the situation and starts organising everyone into groups based on how well they can swim.

Xue Yang seems far too excited as he stands and says "I finally have a reason to piss off a huge flesh eating monster," because he isn't going to let Wei Wuxian do it! He's injured!! Plus this is literally his dream and he barely lets anyone say anything before he's throwing up fire talismans left, right, and centre to piss off this beast and draw its attention away from the groups quickly beginning to make so much noise diving into the water. Lan Wangji himself is reluctant to go ahead because he doesn't know what these two have planned by staying behind - especially Wei Wuxian, who has organised all of this for apparently 'no reason' when he could leave all of them to die.

Eventually, the rest of the groups are gone and Wei Wuxian practically pushes Xue Yang into the water before they can argue about who has to go first, and then this monster is lunging forwards for the bright red flash across its vision, mistaking him for bright, warm fire. It's a split second decision, an instinctive reaction to seeing someone in danger, but Lan Wangji is moving before he can process what's happening and then his leg is trapped in the maw of the beast. The pain is indescribable. This is it. He's going to die, his life thrown away to save a Wen, the ones who burned his home and killed his father and probably his brother and now him, trapped in a dingy cave with not even a glimpse of sunlight-

Lan Wangji looks up, ready to make eye contact with the monster responsible for his untimely death, only to find that he is looking at Wei Wuxian. Prying the jaws of the beast open. With nothing but his bare hands and feet. Yelling for him to move. He can't breathe as he immediately retreats from the jaw of the monster, watching his saviour barely escape being crushed as he was about to be. He feels dizzy as he is scooped onto Wei Wuxian's back, mouth too dry to even consider arguing against such treatment. The other man feels so warm against his chest.

It must be the blood loss.

[archie-sunshine]

btw: if we send in a request that doesn't get filled, should we take that as 'probably that wasn't a thing archie particularly wanted to draw so if i ever request again it should be something else' or as 'there were 100+ asks and archie may not have seen it before clearing the askbox, so it may be worth asking again and only taking it as a sign if it doesn't get filled that time either.' either is completely fine, you are drawing. extremely cool art for free. i just wanna check the protocol i guess

So it’s uhm. It’s a tossup. But typically the latter.

If I don’t do it the first time, it could be either, feel free to send in the same request!! But if it doesn’t get filled please try not to feel left behind, I promise I will do my utmost to get to everyone!

[airandyeah]

Bastard Prince!Gojo X Foreign Princess!Reader Heavy Is The Crown Pt.5

My Masterlist Series Masterlist

The palace feels different the next morning.

It’s not the snowfall that’s changed—it still drifts lazily outside the frost-kissed windows, casting soft light on the marble floors. It’s not the air either, though there's a strange… sharpness to it, like the way citrus tastes before you’ve sweetened it.

No, it’s the people.

They look at you longer.

They pause when you pass.

And they whisper just loud enough to be heard.

Two maids carrying linens freeze when you round the corner. One of them nudges the other so hard she nearly drops the sheets.

“—saw it myself,” the taller one says, wide-eyed. “His Highness. A kiss to her cheek.”

Your eyes flick toward them, and they both curtsy in a flurry of linen and nervous giggles before rushing down the hall.

You barely have time to roll your eyes before Lady Kiyomi, one of the older noblewomen, approaches with a syrupy smile. Too sweet. Too practiced.

“Good morning, Princess,” she drawls. “You’re simply glowing today. Northern air must agree with you. Or perhaps… the company?”

Her meaning isn’t subtle. Neither is the knowing tilt of her head.

You give her the most pleasant smile you can muster. “I do believe laughter is the best cure for cold weather, Lady Kiyomi. And Prince Satoru is quite good at making a fool of himself.”

She gasps softly—offended? Amused? You don’t stay long enough to care.

The walk through the palace becomes a parade of coy glances, hushed snickering behind fans, and advisors who suddenly have very keen interest in your demeanor.

The whispers are clear now:

“She’s already charmed him.”

“He touched her cheek, did you hear?”

“Maybe the bastard prince can fall in love.”

And just when you think you’ve reached a moment of peace in the sun-drenched corridor by the library…

“You’ve caused quite a stir,” comes a familiar voice behind you.

You turn to see Gojo leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, grin lazy. “Rumors say I’m smitten. Want to make them worse?”

You raise a brow. “How would we do that?”

He shrugs. “We could hold hands.”

You scoff. “You already did that yesterday.”

He grins. “Exactly. Feels natural now, doesn’t it?”

You narrow your eyes. “Are you enjoying this?”

Gojo pushes off the frame, stepping beside you. “A little. I didn’t expect to like your company, princess. But here we are.”

He offers you his arm with a glint in his eye.

And despite the rumors, despite the expectations, despite the court’s sharp-tongued whispers—you take it.

Because maybe… letting the North fall for you isn’t such a terrible idea after all. ~~~

Lady Maika

She watched from behind a lace fan, white-knuckled fingers curling around the delicate handle. The ballroom's polished floors reflected chandeliers above, but all Maika could see was her—the foreign princess with sun-warmed skin, laughing like she’d lived in this palace all her life.

His laugh followed hers, warm and unguarded. His hand brushed the small of her back as he guided her across the room, and Maika nearly snapped the fan in half.

How dare she.

How dare he.

Satoru had never laughed like that with her. Never looked at her like that, even when she’d worn her finest silk. Even when she’d placed her gloved hand just-so on his chest and whispered promises beneath the cover of moonlight.

She had tried. Gods, she had tried.

Years of careful positioning—her family dining at the palace, her father praising the king’s military brilliance, her mother charming the queen’s ladies. And she had played her part perfectly. Smart, composed, just forward enough to draw his eye.

And still… still he had smiled with that maddening smirk and said, “You’d make a wonderful duchess someday, Maika. But not my princess.”

Now the foreign princess—sun-drenched and loud and scandalous—had arrived in flimsy silks and taken everything Maika had worked for in days.

She’d heard the whispers, just like everyone else.

“They’re already close.”

“He kissed her cheek last night—!”

“They’ll announce the official date soon.”

The bile rose in her throat as her mother leaned close and whispered, “Smile, dear. You’re being watched.”

Maika smiled.

But her heart was stone, cold and sharpened.

Let them play their little game of laughter and snow lilies. Let her dance through his affections like some sunbeam in a storm.

Because winter was long in the North.

And Maika knew exactly how to make someone freeze. ~~~

The palace courtyard was quiet in the late morning, save for the soft crunch of your boots in the snow and the flutter of your cloak in the breeze. A rare moment alone. You welcomed it. Since the ball, you’d found yourself tangled in endless meetings, fittings, and whispered greetings in the halls. You missed the warmth of home, the bright sun that kissed your skin, the way you didn’t have to think about every word before you spoke it.

Still, things had been… nice. Better, even. Satoru had proven to be far more charming and thoughtful than you expected, always knowing when to make you laugh or when to simply fall into step beside you in silence. You felt lighter around him, less like a pawn and more like—

Crack.

Your foot snagged on something sharp and sudden—your heel twisted, and you went stumbling forward, catching yourself just before you fell face-first into the snow. Pain laced up your ankle, but it was the chorus of sweet, cruel laughter that stung worse.

“Oh no,” came a syrupy voice behind you. “Are you always this clumsy, or is it just the Northern snow that overwhelms you?”

You turned, breath caught in your throat as you looked up.

Maika stood above you, her fur-lined cloak draped perfectly over her pale blue gown, two of her simpering ladies behind her. All of them smiling. All of them watching.

Like wolves.

You straightened slowly, brushing the snow from your gloves, heart pounding.

“Forgive me,” you said coolly, “I didn’t see the snake in my path.”

The lady to Maika’s right stiffened, but Maika only tilted her head with that practiced smirk.

“Hmm. You speak like a queen already. But you know, wearing pretty dresses and laughing at Prince Satoru’s jokes doesn’t mean you’ve won anything. These things—” she stepped closer, voice lowering, “—are games of legacy. Of power. The court adores the idea of you. They’ll turn on you the moment that novelty fades.”

You stared at her. “Funny. You sound jealous.”

Her eyes flashed.

“And you sound naive.”

For a moment, no one moved. Just the distant whistle of wind threading through the trees, carrying with it the weight of something ancient and cold.

But then Maika smiled again, too perfect.

“Enjoy your little fairy tale, princess,” she whispered. “Before the crown grows too heavy.”

With a swish of silk and fur, they turned and walked off—like nothing had happened at all.

You stood still in the snow, breath visible in the frigid air, heart thudding as the chill wrapped tighter around your shoulders. You thought you were beginning to learn the rules here, but now it was clear:

The game had only just begun. ~~~

He wasn’t looking for trouble.

Satoru had been on his way to the stables—one of the few places he could steal away to think—when he noticed the maid, young and flustered, wringing her hands like she’d seen a ghost.

“Oi,” he called, startling her. “You look like you’ve got something heavy on your tongue. Spit it out.”

The maid bowed, trembling. “Forgive me, my prince. I—I wasn’t going to say anything but…”

His smile dimmed, eyes narrowing behind white lashes. “But?”

“I was in the courtyard earlier. The southern princess… Lady Maika and her companions, they—” The maid looked up. “They tripped her. Spoke cruelly. Cornered her.”

The shift in him was immediate.

His jaw tightened, and the playful glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold glimmer. The kind that warned of storms. He said nothing at first, just turned, cloak flaring behind him as he changed direction, striding back toward the inner court like a force of nature.

He found Maika precisely where he expected her—in the solarium, basking in the filtered sunlight, surrounded by sweet tea and nobility who dared only speak in flattery.

“Satoru,” she purred, standing when she saw him. “To what do I owe—”

“Get out,” he said, eyes never leaving hers.

The entire room froze. Whispers halted. A teacup clinked against porcelain.

Maika’s smile faltered. “Excuse me?”

“I said get out,” he repeated, voice soft but laced with something sharp. “All of you. Now.”

It only took a few seconds for the others to scatter like startled birds. When it was just the two of them, Maika’s expression shifted.

“Satoru,” she began, “whatever you’ve heard—”

“You think I’m stupid?”

His voice was still quiet, but now it carried weight. Finality.

“She could’ve gotten hurt. You humiliated her. Why? Because I didn’t want you?”

Her lips curled in offense. “She doesn’t belong here. She parades around like this kingdom is her stage. And you—you act like you’re already hers.”

He took a slow step forward.

“Maybe I am.”

Maika’s breath hitched.

“I turned you down because I knew who you really were behind the powder and practiced grace,” Satoru continued. “But this? Attacking my future wife in broad daylight?” He leaned in just slightly, voice dropping. “That was your mistake.”

“You’re making a fool of yourself for her.”

“No,” he said, straightening. “I’m protecting what’s mine.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He turned and walked away, the doors to the solarium slamming open in his wake. The air in the hall had never felt colder.

And somewhere across the castle, he was already seeking you.

Taglist: @megumuro , @pickledsoda , @jinjen Perm Tags: @thenightperson , @makingtimemine

[sequs-art-box]

HEY.

[lucabyte]

Olive Branch

Wrong Move

[mossyfig]

Pookies!! (closeup under cut)

(This is a scene from my Oakworthy situationship fic, which you could read here if you feel so inclined!)

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[meamiki]

imagine if isa's confession kept getting interrupted in increasingly bizarre ways…. ASFASDASF

((this stems from a stream silly!! with my friends!! we are streaming now!! its the finale!! info rbed in a lil bit!! yeah thats it!!))

[thatonecrazysidekick]

@sunfloweraro these tags of yours ignited an Art Spark within me, so here's Hyrule carrying Bunny in his arms like a baby!! I hope you like it <(^-^<)

(I hope it's not too blurry--tumblr kept making the image visibly worse whenever I put it in this post for some reason??? so...)

(Also CHAPTER SIX??? OMG THAT'S CRAZYYYY)

[eydilily]

really cringe but i wanted to test out how to do an animatic again and the only clip i had was this one from pearl

i have not . touched anything moving in so long oh god

[thepenguisalive7]

Team Blue (Day 1)

[a2zillustration]

I've been waiting for an excuse to tell you why Croissant is called Croissant for SO LONG

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[k1tty5]

was deciding where i would put each lifers hearts and then i got stuck. this is how far i got

[bread-is-my-life]

MERRY STAINMIGHT CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

A Christmas tree and a Star <3

Shout out to @tekitothemagpie for the amazing idea!!!

Unedited version plus bonus stuff undercut!!! :]

Version without filters (idk which one I like more hahahs)

And now what if they actually bought Christmas tree and Star costumes 💀

This is so messy and stupid but oh my god HAHAHAHAHAHAHHSH