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I just now realized that the reason they call it a bucket list

Is because you finish it before you kick the bucket

They made a NeoPets Cookbook

i can’t decide whether i should meet up with my friend OR go shopping and maybe buy a cute sweater OR watch ski jumping OR study for my chemistry exam…

so i saw this fernando edit with boulevard of broken dreams (which is one of my favourite songs everrrr) and it has been haunting my mind for days now

i think i like this version better (the edit is haunting my brain day and night)

Same here!

every time someone says "don't use said!" As writing advice i lose years off my lifespan

Why do I always get ff ideas when I need to finish my current but when I need an idea, I can’t think of anything 😭

I don't know tumblr etiquette yet but I'm trying 😭

Having to explain to my therapist that I was lying about hearing voices. *Not* because I wanted attention but because it was the least insane way I could explain it. [*Love* that I have to worry about not sounding insane in *therapy*]

Because. What sounds less insane? Option one(1) or Option two(2):

Option one(1):

I hear voices. There’s like seven of them but there could be more.

Option two (2):

There’s like a lot of us. But when I say ‘us’ I mean me. So like. There’s *me* but there’s also like *not* me but they’re also me. And there’s like a lot of us. I’m ignoring a lot because I’m like that’s enough…it’s…it’s enough slices. So I’m ignoring the ones that were there before *and* the ones that are coming up. And-

So yea some shit happened at therapy a few days ago!

So Apparently finding videos and pictures and etc intresting and not disgusting is weird?????

Was I just supposed to find this out by myself??

Was nobody gonna tell me????

i cant believe no one else in the limbus fandom is also into neopets.

"evora what does this mean" it means i know too much god damn neopets lore.

spoilers that go up to violet dawn walpurgis! you have been warned.

yi sang seems like the type who would have a kacheek or two

kacheeks are known for their friendly disposition. theyre also one of my favorites but thats unrelated. he'd also probably have a eyrie.

he'd be the type who has done all the plots. even the ones before he joined. (how? don't ask.)

faust is a crazy aisha lady. look. look. as an aisha enjoyer, i get to claim this one as one of us. aishas whole thing is being really smart.

faust strikes me as the type who would enjoy the battledome honestly. theres so much strategy that she probably cant have the faust hivemind tell her what to do.

don quixote spends neocash to have extra slots so she can dress up all her little guys. she chooses team altador every single time and also her favorite is a gelert.

don probably has event exclusive items but she probably got them off of her friends. also she has every limited time pet.

ryoshu would probably have a WONDERFUL time on neopets so long as she doesnt get her account frozen lmao. girl do not post your art. girl the neoboards arent ready for it. girl your spyders.

yeah all of her neopets are spooky themed or red/phantom/halloween depending on what they can be painted. you will never get her to admit it but her favorite neo is her jetsam.

meursault would play if only because he is autistic and so am i. maybe a shoryu (takes a second for info to load)

meursault knows the ins and outs of the neoconomy. like, jellyneo is in his head.

hong lu has a uni. i was going to give a uni to yi sang for the whole wings thing but unis fit hong lu so much better. this man spends so much money on neocash i do not care if hes actually been cut off from his rich family funds. he is using his salary for his silly little digital unicorns.

he shares don's enthusiasm for the game because i said so :) no i think this small little thing might be really healing for him if his family is shit. neopets makes me cry every now and then like for real because its so warm.

heathcliff picked neopets up because of ▢▢▢▢▢. his favorite is the lupe but he also quite likes acaras.

he takes SUCH good care of his neopets. he doesnt even put them in the lodge. he does his daily games to get his neopoints, goes to buy them food, feeds them, grooms them, plays with them, etc. they have perfect stats but theyve never seen a day in the battledome.

ishmael has a flotsam and thats it. no but she actually mostly has maraquan neos which means shes limited to customizing them :( her favorite is her maraquan vandagyre.

ishmael customizes her neos as best she can. they have the best enrichment tanks. ishmael is also insane at destruct-o-match. do not competitive 1v1 her in destruct-o-match you WILL lose.

rodya has a kyrii and a ruki. she has extensive lore for her neos and you should NOT ask her about it.

rodya is active as hell in the neoboards and she helps everyone with their fairie quests so much. rodya shop wizard extrodinaire. we love you.

sinclair is a pound adopter. his lore is his bruce came from the pound and now they go around adopting pound neopets. every single neo aside form his bruce was a pound adopt.

sinclair does those pound rescue touchups you see every now and then where they take a pet in the pound, give it a new paint job and/or lab zap, and return them to the pound so they have a better chance at getting a forever home.

outis plays neopets too because i said so. average scorchio and grarrl enjoyer though.

enjoys a good chia flouring. she uses her fucking paycheck to chia flour small kid's neopets (she doesnt do it to the other sinners she might be mean but she knows for a FACT she will not hear the end of it for MONTHS)

gregor's main neo is a blumaroo actually :3 i could have given him a buzz or a ruki but that is a cheap blow and i actually think it's cuter to give him the little bouncy guy :3

he enjoys playing the minigames and he leaves his pets in the lodge :( but its ok theyre having fun at the lodge.

i found my legs taking me in the direction of serenity, something they don't do often. it's a lovely day to daydream // sotd is 'let's go to bed' by the cure

Heh... Hey guys.. Who in aqua teen hunger force. This si very important ❤❤❤❤

‼️ AU‼️

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have been a couple months since i posted anything

here is a draft of a fanart i am working on

lately my fixation on OFF resurfaced, decided to come back to drawing and here we are

even got a new signature

Spent two weeks on this. Enjoy

Oc story post.

Staring, watching, waiting. For what? They weren't sure. How long had they been staring at him for... minutes, hours? They jolt, letting out a gentle gasp, as a hand was placed upon their shoulder. "Paxton," a feminine voice spoke, “You've been staring at that guy for almost 20 minutes now.” They turned their head quickly. Behind them stood Bratti, her coal-black hair shining under the dull fluorescent lights.

“Bratti! Don't...don't creep up on me like that,” they respond, without even a second thought. “You look like a total weirdo.” She chuckled. “I'm sorry. It’s just,” they turn their head back towards the individual sitting alone in the booth. “I feel like I know them from somewhere, Bratti. They look familiar to me.” They said softly, with the expression of someone who was mourning. Who though? Bratti couldn’t be quite sure.

"Paxton," she said once again this time more sternly. “Stop staring at him; You're creeping people out– you’re probably creeping him out – you're creeping me out, man." They whip around, quickly grabbing the petite girl by her shoulders. “Marilyn, this is serious!” they yell, shaking her back and forth. “Get a hold of yourself!” she hollered back, causing a few people in the diner to look back at the cause of the commotion. Snatching their shirt, she drags them to the back, away from the patrons.

At that moment, Paxton felt as if she were their mother. Once to the back, she turned, cupping their face in her hands. “Pax, I know that this is bothering you, but you can't let it interfere with your work like this.”

Sighing, she turned, stepping away. Taking one hand, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Though if it’s causing you enough distress to call me by my 'full' name, then I think we should deal with this problem immediately," she said, crossing her arms. “I think that you should go out there and talk to him.”

“What?! No, I'm not going to go talk to him! That will make things even weirder!” they exclaim, waving their arms in disagreement. “Well, it's better than just staring at him! If anything that makes you look even more weird.”

"I don't—I don’t know what I'm supposed to do!” they stuttered, clearly distressed. “Fine. I'll go talk to him then.” She started to walk off before being stopped by Paxton gripping her shoulder once again.

“No, don't talk to them! You don't even know who it is!” they said. “You don't even know who it is either! You just say you recognize them!” She replied, grabbing their arm.

“Here, how about you go talk to him,” She pulled them in front of her. “And if you don't recognize him, you don't recognize him.”

“No!” they whined, but like that, with a single push, they were kicked out from the back and into the dining area. “Wait Bratti!” It was useless to fight back, for she had already won as soon as the door slammed behind them.

Sighing, they sluggishly walk over to the booth where the young man was sitting. Gently, they placed a hand upon the wooden table, he looked up at them, “Oh, sorry, I'm not ready to order yet."

“No worries, I'm currently on my break.” The young fellow raised an eyebrow. "Oh…?” the man replied.

Paxton pressed their weight against the table “Actually, I was wondering, do you mind if I sit here?" they said, pointing to the seat across from him. The man’s expression changed from confusion to one of discomfort: "Umm, sure, I guess.” He replied, hesitantly. Paxton slowly scooted into the seat in front of the man as he looked back down at his menu.

As they sat, they observed. Observed how his long, messy brown hair fell in front of his face, how his dark brown eyes moved across the page. They remind them of their own eyes. From afar, he had stood out, wearing his jacket indoors with its hood up; yet up close, he looked oh so very ordinary. Maybe it was for those reasons that they had recognized him.

Sitting there, it had crossed their mind that maybe they were mistaken and were just making a huge fool of themselves. They exhaled, releasing the air that had become heavy in their chest. "No, you can do this," They whispered, softly to themself. Shaking their head, they took a deep breath. “Actually, I lied.“ they start. The young man looked up from the laminated sheet yet again. "I—the real reason—" they let out a groan. “ I know you from somewhere don't I?” They blurted out at last.

The man appeared to recede into himself, like a turtle attempting to hide within its shell. “Oh? Do you…?” he spoke, his voice now squeaky. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” they said, with utmost confidence. “What is your name?”

“My…My name? Uhh, Ruben.”

Ruben…

Ruben?...

RUBEN?

A gasp softly escapes their lips. "Ru-Ruben, is that right?" they stammered. "Yes, I'm Ruben," he answered.

“I- This… This may be an…odd question, but what is your last name?” they asked. “Alright, I think that you're getting a little too personal here," he said, now clearly uncomfortable.

Gripping onto the table, they pleaded, "Please." Looking into his eyes, their desperation now evident. The young man sighed.

"Alright, fine." He seemed hesitant, which was understandable. “My last name is-” “Sanders!” A low, husky voice abruptly interrupted the man. Both of them jolted. A tall, slim, and dark woman approached the table the two of them had been sitting at and slammed her palm against the hard wood.

"Sanders, what are you doing? Could you please stop harassing this poor man?” She said, pulling Paxton out of the booth by their wrist. “Go. Get back to work," she ordered, urging them on. She turned to face the man. “I apologize for their behavior; I really don't know what's gotten into them today.”

“Wait… Sanders?” The man asked under his breath, looking as if he misunderstood.

Paxton saw very little to nothing of the man for the remainder of the night. They had just assumed that Lenore had taken his order while they were busing tables. Which was a major disappointment. If they had gotten to take his order, they could have talked to him more and maybe have gotten the information that they wanted. That didn’t matter now, did it? More likely than not, they’d probably never see him again anyway. As they were finishing cleaning up, they caught something white from the corner of their eye.

"Most likely a napkin," they thought. But then it occurred to them, “This place uses brown napkins, not white." they strode over towards the noticeably white piece of paper on the table. Picking it up, it was noticeably lined, like the paper from Paxton’s own notebook– which they used for taking orders. It appeared to be a grocery list, with items such as eggs, milk, bread, snacks, and other various items. What an odd thing to leave behind.

“Why would-” Flipping it over revealed its true purpose. ”Any- oh." It was a shoddy note, as whoever had written it must have been in a hurry. Though despite the chicken scratch it was still quite legible.

The note read:

"To: 'Sanders’, (I take it that's your last name)"

"I haven't met someone else with that last name as well (despite the fact that it is probably fairly common), but that's not the point of this note. I may have misjudged you; I apologize, we might know each other after all. Maybe we could hang out together and get to know one another better? If you’d be up for that, here's my number. 123-555-0199”

-Ruben O. Sanders

They were right all along, it was him. It was really him. They smiled down at the note which now had a few wet spots. Taking their free hand, they wiped away the tears that had formed in their eyes.

“Paxton? Have you finished cleaning? Earlier, you said that you wanted to walk with me to your place.” Bratti called, from the other side of the now-empty diner. “Yes. Sorry, I'm coming.” Gently, they placed the note into their pocket, cherishing it.

“I'll talk to you soon, Brother.” they whispered to no one other than themself. Happily, they strolled over to Bratti with a smile. Together the two of them leave, walking side by side.

WAKE UP! IT’S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH! Happy Spooky Month, everyone! I’m currently on art block and on full boredom- so…I’m currently accepting suggestions and asks for the time being!

This kind of works IRL. Nobody kisses though. such a shame.

I have a question for Tumbler:

Why do most people ask questions anonymously? Is there any particular reason for it or is it just a thing that everyone does?

(Sorry I’m new to Tumblr I only got it for art because I got fed up with Insta& the algorithm)