Chosen Can't Use His Powers To Fly Because Box Is Still Effecting His Powers For A While Even If He Get

spring cleaning in september

been loving the doodles lately.

sneak snack peak on possible future designs >.<

— u guess which one is who —

IDK HOW I MANAGED TO DRAW EM ON PAPER IM CHOKING ON AIR

..few more?

(↑ oc for a friend)

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For those who cant read my handwriting under the cut:

TDL: What would you do if i turned to a spider?

TCO: I would trap you under a cup, slid a paper under you and make you an enclosure to live in.

TDL : Dude..

Eventually...

TCO: Is it my bad to think that you meant an actual spider?

ugly sketch or smth sorrgy i was away at art fight

suffering and dying from heat

“where is it…. ah, here. now you can see me. talk to me, will you?”

c o n v e r t t o s y m b o l

name: invert *click* ⌜ OK ⌟

type: 🔘movie clip ⌜ CANCEL ⌟

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⚪️graphic ⌜ADVANCED⌟

IT WASNT PLANNED FOR HIS NAME START WITH IN- TOO IT JUST FIT OK.. (ik still didn’t post insomniac’s one but im stuck with it🏳️)

this happens next episode guys trust me my dad works at alan becker

the amount of time i've spent trying to figure out chosen and dark's house is genuinely kinda embarrassing

I even started building rough approximations in the sims 4

all this for what? a few drawings? a fanfiction i probably will never finish????? I DONT EVEN LIKE ARCHITECTURE THAT MUCH???

guys i think i might be a little bit deranged

W: “Ah- hello. Sorry for the pop-ups. My.. “creator” told me to give these to you. Because he apparently can’t do it himself, and thought me making a cool entrance would be..”

W: “…”

W: “..I’m talking too much. Here.”

inv: “hm, white, was it? i’m afraid if you don’t have an appointment-”

inv: “IS IT A VOODOO DOLL?? HAHA MY DREAM JUST CAME TRUE - I NEED TO SQUOSH IT—I MEAN BURN IT, RUN OVER IT, THEN—“

. . .

(inv: “i swear if you tell insomniac…”)

WHERE CAN I BUY IT FNKSKFNF /HJ

Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.

“what? whatcha lookin’ at?”

💭: (“wait… how did i get in here again?”)