#parxmas

how can i participate?

- send me and ask (off anon, it will be answered privately) or shoot me a dm, that's when you’ll get your member and let me know if you’ll be doing a holiday or winter prompt!

- reblogging this post isn't necessary but I would really appreciate it :)

- this lasts all of December, so the deadline will be midnight December 31st

- caption your post with your prompt please! (ex. Geoff + Hanukkah or Band Member: Awsten Theme: Icicles) and use the tag  #parxmas first and maybe tag me in the comments because I will be reblogging all entries

what can i make?

- anything!! you can draw something, make a moodboard, write a fic, whatever you feel fits your prompt best! 

all i ask is all entries are SFW

“The gingerbread version of the treehouse I’m gonna live in someday,” Otto says, his voice muffled from the candy cane sticking out of his mouth. He’s the only one who’s sitting a safe distance away from the gingerbread treehouse. Okay, maybe Geoff is a little protective of the structure, but he’s put so much time and work into it. It’s the product of an exhausting week of working on it in every spare minute he’s had. And it’s turned out so beautiful.

“No way, this thing is way nicer than the place you’re going to end up in,” Awsten says. “Otto, you’re going to end up in like, a leaky shack somewhere in the middle of the woods.”

“As long as I can get Chipotle delivery—”

“You won’t get anything but rain and spiders—”

“Oh no!” Geoff yells, making everyone stop, including Jawn.

“What?” Jawn says.

Geoff points at a spot on the main part of the treehouse. “I forgot a doorknob right there. Do we still have those candied peanuts that I used for the other doors?”

“Uh…” Otto says in a very guilty tone.

“Otto!” Awsten scolds. “You fucked it up!”

“Does it have to be the same peanuts?” Jawn says, setting his camera down and peering close to look.

Geoff’s shoulders slump. “I guess… I could use something else. It’ll be okay...”

“No!” Awsten yells, grabbing Jawn by the back of his shirt and starting to haul him away. “Come on, Otto, you’re coming too. Geoff, we’ll be right back! We’ve still got a couple hours before we have to drive it over to the judging place, right?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to—”

“No, we’re going!” Awsten says. He pulls Otto out of his chair and the three of them tumble messily out of the door.

Geoff waits until he hears Jawn’s car engine start. Then he breaks into a smile and goes to one of the kitchen cabinets that nobody ever opens. He takes out a plastic container and brings it over to the table where the gingerbread treehouse is standing. Ever so carefully, he takes out the four little figures made out of gingerbread and candy, each one decorated to look like him and his boyfriends. He places each gingerbread man at a special place on the treehouse, then steps back to admire his work.