OH GOD MAKE THE CRAFTS STOP. The clown in the lower middle sums up crafts-based despair better than anything I can imagine - it’s like the soul of Bernini realizing it has been reincarnated in the shape of a limbless circus drunk.

Bluecat will come to you in your dreams with his tail moving back and forth tick tock tick tock green eyes see your soul green eyes see your soul in hell