Friendship Bracelets ???

Inktober Day 4: Office

I'm so sorry it's late. I was busy yesterday, and today, I just got home from a marching band competition. Hope that the inconsistent uploads won't bother yall. Regardless, please enjoy!

burning paradise.

“nice view, eh?”

“yeah, if you ignore the screaming..”

This is the series I've been obsessing over for the past 2 months. (1/?)

Doodles

anyway I think they should do more stuff with TSC’s hollow head

Fancy :) (outfit and body practice with @sxncvut’s OC Insomniac, BECAUSE I WAS BORED OKAY!!! DONT THROW TOMATOES AT ME I LOEV DRAWING MY FRIENDS OCS!!!)

spring cleaning in september

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.

just ice.

if you’re large cube you won the seat, pal.