#ketchup from animal crossing……..

[dulciedeleche]

Pizza Crossing

[franstastic-ideas]

[cowabummers]

Gonna start drawing my favorite characters filling out the FAFSA and calculating their monthly grocery budgets to show them what real trauma feels like

[ouroborosposer]

Fuck yall, Im a popstar now!

[kcrossvine-art]

haiiii dungeon delvers! This is a quick one, gratefully both the materials and the dish-type are very close to their real life inspiration :D

As we speak, my favorite catgirl bestfolk is getting introduced to the anime and you haven no idea how much self control its taken to not immediately jump forward to be in sync with her, but theres SO many good recipes before we get there!!!

We will be making a Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet today!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into a Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet?” YOU MIGHT ASKIts made from the egg of a basilisk, which isnt a large chicken egg but instead a large snake egg. Oblong shape, soft leather texture, and no eggwhites just yolk.

A large daikon

½ lbs fatty bacon

Shallots

Garlic

Chicken eggs

Salt

Pepper

Arugula (for garnishing)

OPTIONAL; ketchup/hot sauce :)

You could try cooking this using actual snake eggs, but theyre hard to come by and reportedly quite bland compared to chicken eggs. I tried getting my hands on an ostrich egg for the pizzaz of it all. The zoo lady was kind in her dismissal.

AND, “what does a Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKOmelettes are standard fair but here we cook them like a french omelette and wrap it up like a burrito at the end.

Wetter eggs than im used to ( <- american)

Daikon and bacon r very tasty together

They end up having the same texture almost

Intensely savory. Heavy on the tummy

Chopped green onions would bring more levity to the filling

Ketchup pairs well

(but i prefer medium hot sauce)

Dark coffee pairs well

The acidity of the above 3 is what makes them work with this nutrient Dense dish

. In the show, decapitated mandrakes are more bitter than mandrakes left 'whole'. If you want that difference, using sweet/sour sauce on some of the daikon while it cooks will make the non-sauced daikon seem bitter by comparison. . Maybe ferment daikon too? . Adding a small amount of water with the bacon transfers the heat evenly, a small amount as to cook off before the fat/grease renders. Could also try cooking in the oven.

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"Consisting of a fluffy Basilisk egg omelet filled with minced Basilisk bacon and mandrake.If the mandrake used was killed with its 'head' still attached, it will be less bitter and more mellow" This dish is important as it marks the beginning of Senshi and Marcilles bonding, and the lead-up gives us our first glance into the school Falin and Marcille met at. Objectively the recipe is basic but it was challenging to write out.

Omelette making is muscle-memory, so having to learn the french variation and slow down felt like trying to ride a bike side-saddled.

It took about an hour and a half from laying out the ingredients, to eating the finished thing. I had to take a break in the middle of cutting veggies as my wrists are flaring up, so you could probably go faster unimpeded.

What would you rate this recipe out of 10?(with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Did you love it, did you hate it? What're your thoughts on what I could do different, and what would you have done instead?

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Ingredients:

1 large daikon, chopped

½ lbs fatty bacon, chopped

2 shallots

3 cloves of garlic

3 Eggs

Salt

Pepper

Some arugula (for garnishing)

OPTIONAL; ketchup/hot sauce :)

Method:

Chop your bacon into roughly ½ inch squares. Cut off the ends of your daikon and cube the rest. Thinly dice your shallots and crush your garlic cloves.

Bring a cast iron skillet to medium-high heat. Once at temp, carefully add your chopped bacon to the pan with a very small amount of water.

Add your chopped bacon and stir-fry until almost cooked.

Add your shallots and garlic. Cook for about a minute or until the shallots have softened.

Transfer the bacon, shallot, and garlic mix to a bowl. Set aside. Lower the cast iron skillet to medium heat.

Place your daikon cubes in the cast iron skillet, you should still have enough bacon grease. Add salt and cook until lightly browned on each side.

Add roughly 1 tablespoon of water. Lower heat and cover. Simmer for 2 minutes.

Once your daikon are softened, transfer to same bowl containing your bacon, shallots, and garlic.

Crack your eggs into a seperate bowl and whisk for 2 minutes until 'frothy' with no egg whites visible.

Bring the cast iron skillet back up to medium heat. There might not be enough bacon grease left, so feel free to add butter! If the butter browns you've gone too hot.

Pour your eggs into the skillet. Use a spatula to spread the eggs, scraping down the sides of the pan. Sprinkle salt and pepper in, to taste.

Once your eggs are mostly solid, pour the bacon, shallot, garlic, and daikon filling into the center. If it starts to separate- stop touching and let it rest. Gently fold the edges of the omelette overtop the filling.

Lay a few pieces of arugula on a plate, and flip your omelette onto it :) enjoy!

[valiantfm]

"Thanks for understanding that. My name is Shani Smith. It's a pleasure to meet you too, Ketchup. And you're welcome. Have you been waiting here for a few minutes, or a really long time? I was just wondering." Shani Smith asked Ketchup.

Shani was standing in the line inside The Java Lava Coffee House right now, but she hadn’t made her decision yet on what she will be ordering. She looked at the customer who is currently standing right behind her. “You can go ahead of me in the line. It’s okay. I just need more time to think about what I will be ordering here. Thank you.” Shani said to that person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

modern au!The Last Of Us headcanons 🖤🍟

(characters: Ellie, Dina, Abby, lev, Yara)

birthdays (the year being 2024)

Ellie - May 31st 2005, she’s 19 years old

Dina - February 8th 2003, she’s 21 years old

Abby - July 15th 2000, she’s 23 years old

Lev - October 31st 2010, he’s 13 years old

Yara - August 24th, 2007, she’s 16 years old

Full names:

Elizabeth ‘Ellie’ Ashley Williams

Dina Miriam Levi

Abigail ‘Abby’ Lee Anderson

Lev Quý Wu (hate to put this but it used to be Lily Quang Wu)

Yara Chún Wu

Now for headcanons:

Ellie plays electric guitar

Dina is a better chef than Gordon Ramsey

Abby becomes a doctor and owns a hospital

Lev is emo/alt

Yara loves Shakespeare plays

Ellie grew up in foster care

Dina was a straight A student

Abby plays basketball

Lev plays Tomb Raider lol

Yara lives for animal crossing

Ellie is good at voice acting

Dina once ate ketchup straight from the bottle for a dare

Abby hates the word froth

Lev has ptsd from a game of spin the bottle lol

Yara is the overprotective older sister that always makes Lev text her where he is, every 30 mins

All 5 of them are best friends and live in the same neighbourhood

Ellie once gave Lev beer and got him hammered, let’s just say Abby never let her babysit lev ever again

Dina likes to travel

Abby adopted Lev after their mum kicked him out for being trans (She didn’t adopt Yara cause they’re best friends and Yaras old enough o look after herself)

Lev tried to get a vape off of someone and Yara caught him

Yara loves the beach

Ellie is the QUEEN of ‘that’s what she said’ jokes

Dina falls off the bed in her sleep because she rolls around

Abby has her nose pierced

Lev spoke in the tiktok language for 2 month straight when he went on it for the first time

Yara has a diary

Ellie taught JJ to swear (his first word was bitch)

Dina swears at Ellie in Hebrew and tells her she’s saying ‘I love you’ and shit 🤭

Abby once didn’t sleep for 2 days

Lev would listen to Nirvana thanks to Ellie

Yara is always cold

Ellie loves ALL the classic rock bands - Nirvana, Green Day, Foo Fighters, Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, The Sex Pistols, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, etc

Dina listens to Coldplay and The Name Game from American Horror story (Dina, Dina, Dina, Bo, Bina, Banna Fanna, Fo Fina, Fe Fi Mo Mina, Dina!)

Abby won’t admit it, but she is a simp for Rihanna

Lev likes K-Pop lmao, his fav is TXT (he finds their songs relatable 😭)

Yara would like twice (thanks to lev lol)

Ellies lesbian

Dinas bisexual

Abby says she straight but questioning

Levs pansexual

Yaras straight

Ellie would have a twilight phase, and would be team Jacob, but then she hated it lmao

Dina is dyslexic

Abby takes Lev trick or treating on his birthday

Lev watches hearstopper

Yara watches Karen freak out videos

Ellie is so FUCKING picky when it comes to food

Dina always gets headaches

Abby has 2 beers a day

Lev goes on character ai

Yara likes to hide under Levs bed and grab his shoes to scare him (I do this to my siblings and they hate me lmao)

Ellie writes cheesy love songs for Dina

Dina and Ellie have matching tattoos

Abby rarely has her hair down

Lev plays the sims 4 lol

Yara is always tired for some reason

Ellie has 15 bottle of lucozade a day

Dina always has a cup of tea

Abby eats raw onions

Lev thinks he’s hard because he vapes and drinks monster lol

Yara doesn’t know half of the mischief Lev gets up to when she or Abby isn’t there

How I think they look irl (I found these on Google okay don’t judge me credit to the actual ppl)

Ellie:

Dina:

Abby:

Lev (I love Ian Alexander so fucking much LOOK AT THEM):

Yara:

[loulooser]

Here’s some things about me!

My name is Lou online

I’m aromantic agender and I like girls ig

My favourite colour is green

I really like music, drawing (I’m not great tho), cooking, talking, watching movies, making friends, wearing clothes, being gay etc

My favourite band is twenty one pilots

I’m a massive Marvel nerd

My top five marvel characters in no particular order:

Phillip J. Coulson, Spider-Man (not including spider verse people, that’s a different tier list)(Andrew is the best of the three spider men), Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Loki Laufeyson.

Some of my fav books/series: Gone (Micheal Grant), Itch (Simon Mayo), all of Alice Oseman’s stuff, AGGGTM (Holly Jackson), The Angel Of The Crows (Katherine Addison), all of Darren Shan’s stuff, Skullduggery Pleasant, Ketchup Clouds (Annabelle Pitcher) etc etc

My favourite movie is fantastic mr fox

I really like Diggers (the machines)

Favourite animal is a rabbit

My favourite show is Agents Of Shield

I cry a lot

I love love love Les Mis. Watched it in London last October and I will never recover. Stewart Clarke the Javert that you are <3

I most likely have misophonia, but even if I don’t please for the love of god don’t make any noises around me

Anxiety is fun

Big fan of fictional old men from the 1800s. Shoutout to them.

I like Nintendo a lot!! Zelda and Animal Crossing my beloved. The 2DS is my favourite console ever (not the stupid 2DSXL)

I really like musicals!! Some honourable mentions: Les Mis, Hamilton, Wicked, Six, Heathers (some of it, haven’t seen the whole thing yet), In The Heights, Rogers the musical (SHHH SHH ITS FUNNY) and School Of Rock

I’m a nerd about many things

Im gonna be a software engineer one day

Please send me asks!! My dms are always open for rants or a chat

Navigation:

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- tags: (Mind you I don’t use them anymore)

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(I don’t have all my tags for people yet, but when I do they will be here:)

- #shreypilled sheepmaxxer -> @shreysheep

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Cool posts I’m pinning here:

Disproving TERFs with biology

Wizard maze.

Shoe lacing patterns that help pains

Reaction templates

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[thingo in question] [ooooh you wanna click on me so bad]

My cat:

Her name is April and she is very cute. No idea what breed she is

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW IF YOU MOVE TO THE SOUTH

A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.

There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the South.

There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the South, plus a couple no one's seen before.

If it grows, it'll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.

Onced and Twiced are words.

It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy!

Jawl-P? means: Did you all go to the bathroom?

People actually grow, eat, and like okra.

Fixinto is one word. It means I'm going to do something.

There is no such thing as lunch. There is only dinner and then there's supper.

Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar. It is referred to as the Wine of the South.

Backwards and forwards means I know everything about you.

The word jeet is actually a question meaning, 'Did you eat?'

You don't have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you're done or it's too dark to see.

You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH em.

Y'all is singular. All Y'all is plural.

All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal.

You carry jumper cables in your car for your OWN car.

You only own five spices: salt, pepper, mustard, Tabasco, and ketchup.

The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports, motorsports, and gossip.

Everyone you meet is a Honey, Sugar, Miss (first name), or Mr (first name)

You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.

You know what a hissy fit is.

Fried catfish is the other white meat.

We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive!!!

You understand these jokes and forward them to your southern friends and those who just wish they were from the south.

AND one more:

Why did the chicken cross the road? To show that stupid possum that it CAN be done!

[foolishfoolsgold]

Immune system go brr

A few designs I’ve done since I had this mutated brainchild back in October. I have others like eosinophil and dendritic but I wanna redraw them. I was still learning the way of the cell creature back then lol. Image IDs under the cut

[Start ID: The first image shows the AU design for U-1146. The background is white with a gray triangle pattern. He’s wearing his usual uniform, but he has a rounded, noseless snout, long ears without holes, and his one eye that is showing has black sclera and a round silver iris. His skin, turned cell membrane, is pure white with faint gray striped that resemble the markings of a raccoon. He has a tail with the same colors, it’s long, skinny, and has multiple lobes on it. Who on the very end, and a few dorsal lobes along its length. Again, like a raccoon, the tail has those faint stripes on it. He’s standing and staring at the viewer with his one visible eye, with his left hand in a fist, and the other gripping a silver knife. There’s some text next to his head that reads: “Only has one eye, and it can’t un-dilate so he always has that big sauger pupil we see in the media.” Another text box reads “Some raccoon inspiration because the official art makes it look like he has an eye mask.” There’s a piece of this official art in the top left corner of the image for comparison, and in the bottom right, there’s my watermark.

The second image shows Killer T Cell’s design. The background has an orange-yellow triangle design. He’s standing with his usual uniform, head turned and arms crossed. He doesn’t have bones, though, so his arms look more like they’re tied in a knot. He keeps his canon skin tone and hair style, but his membrane has dark blue markings that make him resemble a peregrine falcon. He shares the basic physical features with U-1146, except his tail is thinner and only has two small lobes on the end. His tail is yellow, like his hair, and has an arrow pointing from it to a picture of a banana flavored Snack Pack pudding package, noting that his tail looks a lot like banana pudding by humorously noting “Is it worth it?” Unlike 46, T’s hazel eyes are made up of multiple pupils that coalesce like a lava lamp, and this is true for all future entries as well. Again, there’s my watermark and an actual picture of killer t for reference.

The third image shows Macrophage’s design, and a cream-colored triangle background. Macrophage has large, frilled ears, and a darker cell membrane that looks almost like light coffee. She’s wearing her normal ruffled dress, but instead of legs, she has long tentacles without suckers, built almost like Ursula. She’s covered in white patterns with ripple-like stripes and spots, resembling a cuttlefish. With her right arm and one of her tentacles, she’s holding her signature cleaver, dripping with red blood, which also stained another tentacle and parts of her dress, and the other arm is held up to her face in an “I didn’t do that!” pose. She’s accompanied by a picture of anime Macrophage and a microscope photo of a real macrophage, reaching out with its “arms” to some bacteria. There’s a text box under it that reads: “like come on I HAD to make her a sea monster, have you seen real macrophages? Look at this bitch.” Another box reads: “lots of cephalopod inspiration, octopus-like build with cuttlefish markings and frills.” A final humorous box says “it’s ok she just had to refill the ketchup at McDonald’s,” referring to the blood.

The fourth image featured NK’s design with a green patterned background, as are the following images. She keeps her skin tone and clothes for the most part, but she has a centaur-like build. Her black tank top is extended to cover her chest and has short sleeves for her first set of legs, and ends with a belt around her midsection to her green shorts. She has green boots on all four of her feet, and her tail is black with green splotches, and has lots of lobes, almost like that of a leafy sea dragon. She has army-green spots resembling a cheetah, and she’s smiling and looking confident, with her left hand in a fist. She has her saber in a sheath on her back, and a brown bag secured to her belt like a saddlebag. There’s an arrow pointing to the photo of anime NK from a text box that says “there is something about this SPECIFIC png of NK that cracks me up sm and I don’t fucking know what it is.”

The fifth image shows Helper T, who shares many basic traits with Killer T such as bipedalism and a two-loved tail. While he still has the creature features like the big ears and rounded snout, he’s race-swapped as a black man, and has dark stripes along his arms and face like a peacock. His eyes are blue, and he’s holding a cup of green tea, dropping a cookie in it. There’s a small figure showing that his hair (flagella) are each coiled rather than straight.

The final image shows B cell’s design, which has a lot of bird inspiration. He has a longer snout, plumed tail and ears, and big flat lobes along his arms that look like wings. His eyes are silver md his stripes are brown and green, patterned like that of a blue jay. He’s also holding his antibody gun. A text box reads: “Bird boy! B cells were first discovered in birds and are named after the bursa of fabrics, a thymus-like organ for B cells that only birds have.” There’s also a note that says “face shape inspired by the Hilda bird because look at him,” accompanied by a screenshot of the raven from the Netflix series Hilda. He has a simple, completely black design with a rounded face, stick-figure legs and small wings. End ID.]

[drvnkd4zed]

Playing Truth Or Dare with Enhypen

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Jungwon

I have a feeling that Jungwon would be very evil with his questions. If you choose truth he's asking you the most embarassing questions, stuff like "Which enhypen member would you kiss and which way would you kiss him?" in front of the members themselves. He'd just have fun teasing you with his embarrassing questions, whether they involve him or not. The same goes if you choose dare, he just won't let you relax for a second.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Heeseung

I have a feeling that he'd be the most evil among the most evil members. Heeseung would manage to make you blush like an anime babygirl every time that's your turn. Heeseung would give a voice to your awkward inner thoughts, you just won't find a way out of his questions. If you choose dare, he'll be either romantic or evil. Heeseung might challenge you to either kiss him the longest you can or eat the most spicy food you can find. He'll tease you about your actions regardless if you choose truth or dare for the next days.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Jay

I think Jay would be the one of the kindest members. He's not into gossip that much so he wouldn't ask deep questions if you choose truth. If Jay's asking, both choosing a truth or a dare wouldn't be such a big deal, he would understand if you don't want to answer a specific question or do something. So basically he'll be kind to the others but he's the one the other members will be the most wicked with.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Jake

Do not fall for Jake's angelic eyes, just like Heeseung, he's going to torture you psychologically with his - out of this world - questions. "Would you still love me if I was a cockroach?", "If you had to leave a member on a deserted island, who would he be and why?". His dares would most likely to be drinking weird stuff made by the members, just to see you on the verge of crying (in a cute way). Right after the game he would ask you if you're okay, worried that he might have crossed the line with his questions.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Sunghoon

Sunghoon does not know "truth or dare" but "tease and destroy" only. He's destroying each one of you one by one, he'll cheat whenever he can, making you say things without noticing. "If you're not doing this, then you'll do something worse" and then he's making you wash your hair with ketchup. If you refuse to answer his questions or your reply is not what he wanted, he'll get sulky for the whole week. "You said I'm not your favorite member in enhypen so I'm not talking to you".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Sunoo

He only wants to know the tea, so all of his questions are about love and relationships between the members. Sunoo's into gossip and wants everyone to spill some tea, he's all ear. If you choose dare, Sunoo will be very kind as he doesn't want you to have a revenge on him. Just know that as Sunoo is very savage, he will be judging you the whole time as you answer.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓♡ Niki

Niki's the true nightmare. Even if you choose truth, he'll force you to do a dare. I can see him planning his pranks just to make the situation funnier even if it will costs your mental sanity. At first you might be refusing to do what he asks you, but then you'll find yourself paragliding from the mount Everest. Even though playing truth or dare with Niki would mean putting your life on the line, it'd be fun.

[starvingmedievalpeasant]

Using You For Pleasure // Kevin Khatchadourian

It's been three years since Kevin's parents had gotten divorced, One year since settling on split custody. Without Eva to torture, No Celia to bully and having to constantly keep up his good boy facade in front of Franklin, Kevin feels like he might go insane. That is until he manages to find an outlet for his violent impulses and fantasies in the form of his absolute social failure of a classmate.

Important Tags! : NON-CON, Watersports/Omorashi/Desperation Wetting, Forced Exhibitionism/Semi-Public/Classroom Sex, No actual sex tho just m!Masturbation, Groping, Harassment, Bullying, Stalking, Dacryphillia, Tears/Sweat/Snot used a lube, Non-Sexual Vomiting, Hinted Animal Abuse/Death

English is not my first language so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes. First posted fic, Would really appreciate feedback. Cross-Posted on my AO3 @starvingmedievalpeasant

Reader is described as a female with noticeable chest, Thick thighs, Dark hair, Socially awkward/unaware and with odd interests. Because what is a reader insert with no author self projection?

Kev is 18-19 reader is 18

I'll Never Feel Ashamed Of Using You For Pleasure

It's an abnormally hot day in early May.

Most students of Gladstone High are sitting at the cafeteria for lunch break, eating and socializing with each other after their stuffy sweaty classes. Their teachers have been continuously drilling at them the whole day to drink a lot of water as the AC system has been disabled due to an awful almost rotting smell that has been emanating from it since yesterday.

"I wonder what animal died in there"

Y/n hears from the table besides her. "Ugh are you really that stupid? It's obvious someone put a stink bomb up in those vents, I hope whoever did that is happy with themselves" one of the boys at the table mocks his friend, "No listen, It smells just like when I went hunting with my dad and we found a deer corpse, Like some animal has been decomposing for a week...". Y/n slowly tunes out of the conversation as she wipes sweat from her forehead and takes a long swig from her water bottle.

The dark haired girl is sitting at a table at the corner of the cafeteria, Alone. She hasn't made any friends in her whole first semester at her new school, But she reckons being unnoticed is much better than being bullied like at her previous school, And although there aren't even any people sitting at her table, Y/n hasn't been able to truly revel in her quiet solitude for quite some time now.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a shiver runs down her spine, after a few seconds of looking around her eyes find the source of her uneasiness.

...Yep, He's still staring.

Unblinking dark brown eyes looking into her own, An amused smirk on the lips of barer of said eyes. "Man, This guy just doesn't take a break..." she mumbles under her breath. Kevin has been staring at her for weeks, The first few times she thought she just had food stuck in her teeth or her clothes were messy, After the second week she began to take his reputation into consideration and came to the conclusion that so called 'Kevin-Ketchup' resident school weirdo is just trying to mess with her. Her gaze lowers back to her tray, Attempting to escape the boy's burning gaze. She munches on her lunch silently, Wishing she could just be home on her computer right now. Not that it would have helped much, Sometimes it seems like her body just can't shake off the feeling of being watched even at her own home.

Y/n ’s self pitying train of thought is soon broken by a subtle cough beside her which catches her attention.

“Sorry… I’m Kevin.” He says, staring directly at Y/n . Her head turns slowly to look at him for a brief moment, not sure how to respond as this is the first time she has been approached by Kevin - or anyone, Honestly, She thought that he would never actually talk to her and just attempt to freak her out with staring alone.

“Uh… hi, Kevin.” She looks up at him, forcing a smile. 'I really hope this isn't the beginning of him bullying me, I thought I was done with that shit last year' she says in her head. "So... What's up?" The girl asks him, Trying to be polite. She takes in his attire, Tight black skinny jeans and a little boys' hotdog and mustard shirt he has definitely been wearing since 5th grade. “Oh…” Kevin seems to be lost in thought as he inspects her appearance. Y/n is noticeably alarmed as Kevin’s eyes fixate on her tits for a few moments, She crosses her arms on her thin cotton t-shirt, in an attempt to conceal her body. “Nothing… Well, I wanted to talk to you. And you… look great today, I like your skirt” Kevin says casually as if talking to a friend. "Haha not sure how great I look with armpit sweat stains, Should have worn a darker shirt, Am I right?" She replies dryly, Hoping it might disgust him enough to make him leave.

He does not.

His burning gaze only intensifies.

She hugs her arms to her chest tighter, accentuating it by accident, Her forced smile has turned from mildly fearful to full blown uncomfortable. "Ssso, What'd'you wanna talk about?" She asks. “Oh… well, I just wanted to say you’re… beautiful” Kevin says in an unreadable tone, Moving from staring at her boobs to looking directly into Y/n’s eyes, The smirk on his face suggests a mocking context to the compliment. She can feel the blood rush to her face, Not used to receiving compliments even not as cruel jokes. “Haha thank you…” Y/n responds, unsure how to feel about this interaction. She has no concrete idea why Kevin is talking to her and is very uneasy remembering the many rumors that surround his behavior. Discomfort is noticeable on her sweat sheened face.

'He's gotta be fucking with me' She thinks to herself, She was never very noticeable appearance-wise, Being bullied previously mostly due to her general social unawareness and apparently "weird" interests, When she moved to Gladstone High she decided to keep quiet and stop trying to socialize in her own odd way or talk about her hobbies with other people her age, And the bullying stopped with it. "Better a nobody than a target" she always told herself. Kevin kept staring at her not saying another word. After a few seconds of silence, She feels a pressure in her abdomen. "Hey, Uh, I gotta go piss, Nice talking with you, ...Broski..." Cringing at herself she quickly packs her stuff in her backpack and exits the cafeteria, Leaving her half eaten sandwich there with no intention of coming back to finish it.

As she rushes to the girls’ bathroom, Kevin watches her until her figure is no longer visible among the crowds of students. He smiles slightly, feeling satisfied and amused. 'What an odd little thing' He thinks. He reaches into his black jeans pocket and taps on the dark screen of his cellphone, showing an open note on his screen titled *Lunch*, he types in the date and attaches two pictures; One of Y/n from afar that he took without her knowledge before their interaction, And one close up of her tray. *PB&J sandwich* he adds to the note. "3rd time this week" He remarks to himself, Dark eyes leering at the sneaked photo of her.

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The school day passes by at the speed of a snail for Y/n.

Her first visit to the girls' toilet didn't go well, Her body just refuses to relax enough to be able to function normally. In fact, Each of the four times she went to piss after class not even a drop came out even though she had drunk around two liters of water and a can of coke due to the scorching heat. She enters her last class of the day, Social studies, and sits down at her seat at the back row next to the window. She takes out her work books and notebooks, Knowing full well she isn't gonna be writing any notes but just doodle on it for the rest of the class. Right before her mechanical pencil hits the page, Y/n feels an ominous presence appear at the seat beside her.

"Kevin" she sighs under her breath, Being able to distinguish his sharp gaze without even looking.

She was so preoccupied with her inability to relieve herself that she completely forgot they had this shared class today, 'I hope he doesn't try to talk to me again' Y/n thinks.

As the teacher enters the room and addresses the class, Y/n can’t help but notice Kevin’s eyes are fixed onto her as she attempts to doodle cats in her notebook - but fails to do so thanks to her anxiety. The girl turns to her right and finds Kevin’s dark eyes still looking towards her. Surprisingly he's sitting at the table right next to her, Usually he likes to keep his distance. She turns back to her notebook for a moment then looks up to her right again.

He's still fucking staring at her.

The feeling of unease grows and with it an ache in her swollen lower stomach. Unable to focus on the teacher's talking voice and writings on the board, Y/n turns back to sketching in her notebook subconsciously. After a few minutes the shape of a face takes form on her page, A familiar face. As she finally focuses on her notebook to see what her mind has conjured up she subtly freezes.

'No way this is happening, Ugh, This stupid fucking parasite has burrowed into my mind with all his stupid staring and stupid face' she thinks. She glances to her side to take a quick look at Kevin and swiftly looks back to the paper in front of her. As frustrating as it is, She must say the sketch is quite accurate and very life-like. The girl debates on scribbling over Kevin's pencil drawn face until she hears a voice speaking softly next to her, "You're an amazing artist, Y/n " he states flatly with a straight face.

Y/n gasps quietly and quickly whips her head to her right side, 'When did he get so close?!' she thinks. "Uh... Thanks, It's just a little sketch though" she purses her lips and shrugs, Scooching her seat closer to the window and away from her raven-haired classmate. She notices Kevin smile for a moment and a spark light up in his eye. A slight chill fills the air as Kevin leans closer to her, His lips slightly part as he stares at the girl.

Y/n feels a chill run up her spine.

“… I’ve seen you sketch before…” The boy continues.

She freezes as she feels his warm breath touch her neck and ear. Y/n tries to escape the boy by pulling herself so close towards the glass her cheek is smooshed against it. "Haha yeah, I'm not really the best student when it comes to doing school work, Always uh, Doodlin' " She swallows hard "...I just find drawing to be more worthwhile than math or physics" She answers honestly, Hoping it would get him to shut up.

As Kevin brings his lips closer to Y/n ’s neck, she is forced to face the reality that this is not going to be an ordinary conversation. She feels herself become overwhelmed by the sense of her own vulnerability. She swallows even harder as tears well up in her eyes. She is filled with fear.

“… I know you’re scared, but we both know no one is going to help you…”

The boy whispers in a sinister tone and a devilish grin on his pale face. Just as a whimper is about to slip out of her lips, An unknowing savior interrupts their exchange.

"KEVIN! Y/N!"

They both hear the booming voice of the teacher

"No talking in class! Keep your flirting outside of the school!" He says.

"Sorry Mr. Reed" Kevin replies, The evil aura of his smirk now completely nonexistent. He slowly leans away from Y/n, and when she finally feels her personal space has been restored, she sighs a sigh of relief and resumes her mindless sketching. Her relief is short lived though. She feels the lingering unease of the situation and begins to think of what Kevin said, Is he right? Will the teacher believe or even care if she attempted to report what had just occurred? 'I don’t know if I can handle being around him any longer…' She says in her head, feeling tense and vulnerable.

As the class is about to end, Y/n once again feels nature's calling. 'God if I don't piss in 5 minutes I think I'm going to explode, maybe if Mr. Ketchup here wouldn't have bothered me today I wouldn't be on the verge of wetting myself like a child' She thinks to herself. Glancing at Kevin, Their eyes meet for a second and she feels her bladder clench and need to piss disappear, as if confirming her assumption. The bell finally rings signaling the class' end and Y/n waits for all the students to clear out, Hoping Kevin would exit with them, But fate seemed to have a personal vendetta against her today.

He's waiting for her.

Standing right next to the doorway.

Y/n finds herself stuck with Kevin as everyone leaves the classroom. She feels her anxiety grow as she fully notices she's alone with him. She slowly slings the bag on her shoulder and prepares to walk out of the classroom, Kevin places his hand on the door handle to prevent her from leaving. "I just want to talk to you for a moment. In private." The boy comments, Leering into Y/n’s eyes with a predatory look once more. "Aha maybe we can do it later? Kind of need to go to the bathroom again" She replies with an awkward laugh, But it seems the boy with the T-shirt too small for him just won't budge.

"You can use the bathroom at my house.” Kevin’s smile remains while he stares directly at the girl.

Y/n can’t help but question how this whole interaction is supposed to make him an 'awesome powerful bully' and not just a huge creep in Kevin’s mind. 'Why is he so insistent on getting me to “his house”? Where is the teacher?' Y/n thinks, feeling both vulnerable and confused. "I don't think I have time for it Kevin, I need to go, Like, Right now" She says, Face turned to the ground to escape his gaze, Her legs bouncing up and down trying to keep everything in, But the only thing she hears is Kevin's footsteps getting closer to her.

The sound of his shoes stop right in front of her, He places his hand on Y/n ’s abdomen.

"You sure about that? I think you can hold it in for just a few minutes" Y/n trembles from fear and anxiety, wondering why Kevin would touch her. She swallows dryly, finding it difficult to keep control of her situation. “… Kevin…” Y/n says in discomfort, but her words are not acknowledged. Suddenly the room begins to feel even more suffocating, The girl feels the sweat dripping down her face and her bladder becomes more painful.

"Kevin, Dude, Please, I am actually about to piss down my pants, if I don't go to the bathroom right now-" She tries to walk past him, But he stops her, The palm on her full abdomen pressing softly. She tries to go around him again but feels a sudden and undeniable feeling of fear as Kevin squeezes at her mellow lower abdomen and stops her from walking away. She is overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling even more aware of the warm sensation of her urine-full bladder.

"You're wearing a skirt, Not pants. A very short skirt." He comments matter-of-factly, His other hand moving from resting at his side to inspect her jean mini skirt. A chill runs down her spine as she feels her bladder about to lose control. “Well, All of my shorts are in the wash and it was too hot today to come in long pants and- Kevin, Listen, I-I… I have to go!” Y/n attempts to speak, but it is evident her words are unable to change Kevin’s behavior at all, He suddenly grips at the edge of her skirt. "I don't know about that, Seems like you were trying to get a rise out of me so I would finally speak to you" He says with a hint of narcissistic amusement.

The pressure is killing her and she can't hold it in any longer "KEVI-" And before she finishes saying his name, She can feel wet warmth running down her thighs. Y/n freezes. Her face slowly moving to look at the floor as a clear-yellow puddle collects under her shoes with a quiet pshhhhh sound, soaking her socks and sneakers.

Kevin is stunned by Y/n ’s sudden loss of control.

He looks down to see her in action, Eyes slowly going down from her little skirt to her fleshy thighs, And then to her calves, And then to her feet, Before returning to her thick, shiny thighs. He glances at her face, Seeing cheeks red and eyes swollen, Sweat and silent tears running down to her chin. Kevin smiles slightly, as if halfheartedly trying to conceal his enjoyment of seeing her degraded and in distress. Y/n continues to stare at the floor, too embarrassed to look at Kevin again. She covers her face with her soft hands.

'I can’t believe I peed myself… I’m such a fucking loser…' Y/n thinks.

She finally manages to clench her bladder shut, and after a few seconds of silent tears, An intense pathetic whimper comes out of her mouth, And after that, Several more, Until she's full blown sobbing. Legs shaking in her own puddle of piss, eyes clenched shut, "Why does this always happen to me?!" She yells between sobs, "WHY?!?".

As Y/n continues to whine and sob, Kevin smiles.

His grin of amusement turns into that of sadism and arousal, His hand at the edge of her skirt moves to palm himself through his now uncomfortably tight skinny jeans. As he feels himself up, He realizes he's never been this hard before. This is totally different from when he used to loudly masturbate in the bathroom to torment Eva, He doesn't want to do it out of spite, But out of pure lust and need.

Y/n is sobbing and talking to herself so loud she doesn't even notice the sound of a zipper and Kevin's breathing getting heavier, He pulls his aching cock from his boxers and starts moving his hand up and down. 'It's so sensitive' He thinks to himself.

Y/n still cannot believe what has just happened as she feels the shame and despair. Her sobbing and mumbling slows down, And that just won't do for Kevin. The hand that is not busy pumping his length is still at Y/n 's soft little tummy, And he can feel that it's still very much full with piss. Right as Y/n 's about to open her eyes he grabs at her bladder like he's trying to rip it out, a cry of surprise and horror escapes her tear-stricken face and soon she cannot control it anymore;

Y/n ’s bladder releases again.

Causing her to wet herself even more.

This time she is not frozen, quickly moving her hands between her thighs to unsuccessfully try to stop the second stream, This one is harsher and seems to last longer than the other. She clenches her eyes shut even harder since her hands are too busy to cover her face and Kevin finally looks up at her, Y/n is all red, sweaty, teary and snotty.

A loud, breathy "Ohhh fuck" escapes the boy's parted lips, It's the most glorious sight he had ever seen. 'Seeing it up close in real life is so much better than porn' He thinks to himself. He can't help but paw at his cock faster. Through heavy breathing and hushed "shit"s and "fuck"s Kevin's left hand moves to roughly grab at Y/n 's face to make her look up at him. Startled from the harshness of his actions her eyes open quickly to look at his face, It takes her two seconds to recognize the pure arousal in his eye, fear fills her as she finally notices his labored breathing and moaning, and the wet smacking sound of his ministrations finally reach her ears. Her unbelieving eyes move downward to affirm her dread, Kevin is squeezing himself up down so fast and so hard it's like he thinks he'll die if he won't cum. 

Nausea fills her head and stomach and she feels like she's about to puke.

She screams loudly through her sobs, too scared to move, too queasy to be able to express her disgust beyond unintelligible crying and yelling. His hand suddenly releases his flushed cock and moves up to her messy face, He rubs his sweaty palm all over her face, Quickly collecting her bodily fluids and returning to stroke at his dick.

He's using her tears, Sweat and snot as lube.

Y/n gags loudly.

Her bladder emptied itself half a minute ago, But Kevin's revolting actions and groans have made her so sick she keeps crying and gagging, Her half digested PB&J at her throat. "You're so fucking pathetic, It's hilarious" He half-moans half-laughs at her, "First you come to school in this slutty little skirt to provoke me, Draw my face like a- Oh fuck- love stricken preteen, Then you piss yourself and now you're gonna let me cum all over you?!" He degrades, Y/n cries even louder.

 "And you know what the funniest part of it is?!, I'm not even- Ah shit- I'm not even holding you down, I'M JUST SQUEEZING AT YOUR PATHETIC SNOTTY LITTLE FACE!" Kevin barks at her. His moans get louder and right as she thinks she's going to puke he cums on her skirt and piss soaked thighs with a loud "Nnnghaaaa, fuck-", Thick long ropes of white cum land on her, And she can feel their warmth on her thigh.

After coming down from his high, Kevin smears his seed on her, Rubbing it into her thighs, Wipes his sticky hand clean on her skirt and releases his iron grip on her face.

The second his palms leave her to put his softening cock back into his pants Y/n 's stomach gives up and she slightly bends over to vomit all over the floor, A loud "BLARGHHH" and the sound of stomach acid and her lunch spilling out of her bounce off the classroom walls. When she stops puking she slowly looks down at herself again.

She's standing in her own puddle of piss and vomit.

Thighs and skirt covered in sticky drying cum.

She closes her eyes softly, Feeling the drying up tears and crusted snot on her face, And her brain seems to just shut down.

Her eyes open as she finally looks up at Kevin again through her messy hair and face, Thinking of words to say, brows furrowed, Biting her lower lip from embarrassment and disgust, Her pathetic gaze finds his own sadistic one, And whatever she was about to say fleets her mind, Shame, Fear and horror filling it instead. She just looks at him, Waiting for the tall boy to say or do something, Anything, Maybe even slap her to seal the deal of his violations on her.

Y/n ’s horrified stare brings a sense of calmness to Kevin’s mind. The boy reveling in her discomfort, repulsion and confusion.

She looks like she wants to say something.

But she doesn’t.

Kevin enjoys this sense of control. He feels an immense amount of power over her, and he looks forward to using it the way that he wants. He is content with the situation. If only she would speak, he would be all the more entertained.

A few more minutes pass, And Y/n 's wet thighs and socks become cold and uncomfortable. Still looking at Kevin her lips tremble as she finally manages to utter a sentence :

"...I don't have anything to change to"

She mentally hits herself for sounding so pitiful, Like a little rabbit cornered by a fox. Kevin smiles as he listens to Y/n attempt to speak to him. Seeing her trying to make eye contact with him is amusing. Kevin continues to silently stare at the girl, Soaking up her vulnerability and terror. His amused grin becomes a full blown teeth bearing smile, For he knows he really is the strong predator Y/n thinks he is.

“I have some clothes you can wear.”

Kevin says in a smug tone of voice as he continues to smile at her. Y/n begins to feel a sense of hopelessness. 'Why am I allowing this to happen? What can I even do in this situation?' She thinks to herself over and over. She comes to the conclusion she is now but a little mouse caught in the maw of a fearsome wildcat, Struggling will only make it worse.

"Ok" She submits, Slightly above a whisper.

Her face turning even redder from the shame, Piss soaked hands leaving their previous position, Moving from between her thighs to rest on her sides. “Good.” Kevin replies and his smile slightly softens. “Follow me.” Kevin says, Trying to not sound as happy and satisfied as he really is.

Y/n feels the sense of hopelessness deepen. She swallows hard as Kevin opens the door, Turning his head around to make sure she's following. Y/n looks at him, the shame and embarrassment filling her with an additional helplessness. She straightens up and slowly follows Kevin out of the room and from behind, she can hear the slight dripping sounds of her urine on the floor.

Squish squosh

Her soaked shoes make their sounds. Luckily or unluckily, Everyone has already gone home from school. Teachers at the teachers' lounge in a different building from the pair.

Squash Squish

With every step she takes Y/n cringes at the sound and at the now almost completely dry piss and cum between her thighs, Kevin stops at his locker and Y/n bumps into him slightly, she prays her pee-covered shoes and thighs don’t touch him. Kevin smiles and looks down. He slowly looks to Y/n ’s face, watching her eyes dart around in embarrassment. As Y/n watches Kevin’s expression, her shame grows even bigger and she feels extremely uncomfortable. She just wants to run away. Kevin notices Y/n ’s expression and it fills him with amusement. He enjoys seeing this weak girl struggling with the humiliation he inflicted onto her. His smile drops and he stands there for a few seconds, Waiting for her to speak.

"...So... You got like a sweatshirt I can tie around m-my waist... Or something..."

she stutters, Voice getting quiet with each word.

He seems satisfied enough with her comment and digs through his locker, pulling out a red jacket. 'I’m going to make her wear this...' he thinks, a small grin forming on his face. “Here.” He says, handing the jacket to her. As Y/n takes the jacket, she feels his terrifying presence consume her and ties the red garment around her waist. She feels slightly better about being able to cover her cum and piss-covered lap, but the shame is still there. 'Why did I let this happen?' She thinks.

"...Thanks."

She says, 2 minutes pass by with neither of the pair speaking. "...I think I'll go home now, I'll give you your sweatshirt back tomorrow. I guess." Y/n says hazily. She begins to walk towards the school's exit, Wanting to just get away from Kevin and forget this ever happened. Unfortunately for her, Kevin isn't done playing just yet, a cruel smirk fills his face as he calls out to her.

“Hey, Y/n .”

The messy girl stops in her tracks. She knows she shouldn’t turn around. 'It doesn’t matter what he wants, I just want to leave' she thinks. But she turns around anyway. “W-What do you want, Kevin?” Y/n says in a more confident tone as she sees him smile at her. “I want you to give me your number.” Kevin says with a smug smile on his face, He is not letting this opportunity slip away.

Y/n mumbles some sort of unintelligible refusal, Turns back around quickly and starts fast-walking towards the entrance 'Don't come after me don't come after me' She repeatedly screams in her head, The loud squelching of her soaked shoes and socks bouncing off the hallway walls. Despite Y/n ’s attempts to flee from the scene, Kevin is persistent.

She can hear footsteps running to chase after her.

'Don’t look back. Just keep walking.' she thinks. Y/n hears the footsteps gaining ground on her. She can feel the warmth of Kevin’s presence growing closer, yet she continues to almost jog. Suddenly, Y/n ’s front is pushed against the wall by the back of her neck. Her forehead and nose bang painfully against the metal locker, She can feel Kevin’s breath on her neck.

"Y-you shouldn't get that close to me! or you'll g-get covered in the smell of my piss too-" she says quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her whole body tense. “Don’t tempt me.” Kevin replies with a smile, continuing to press up against her. ' "Don't tempt me"?!?! ' She thinks. “Give me your number and then we’re done here.” Kevin says in a demanding tone. Y/n ’s eyes widened.

Oh god

“Fine, I’ll give it to you! Just leave me alone, okay?” Y/n cries, feeling the terror wash over her again. 'What do you mean "Don't tempt me"?! What kind of sick shit is he into?!' She thinks to herself trying to decipher the meaning even though in the back of her mind she knows full well he's probably into things worse than what he did to her today.

"NOW."

Y/n hears Kevin's demanding voice as he pulls out his phone and shoves it in her hand, she moves her head to rest on the hard locker sideways, enters her digits as quickly as possible and returns the phone back it's owner. "Here" she says, "Can I go home now?" She meant for it to sound like a demand, But what it really sounded like was a plea for mercy. Kevin takes the phone and pockets it, keeping a firm grip on Y/n by pressing his body against her back.

Y/n feels her heart pounding in her chest as she feels the tall boy’s warm breath on her. “...I don't know, Y/n , Can you?” Kevin mocks her with a calmness to him that only increases Y/n ’s distress. She feels her throat dry as she fights back crying for the third time today. “Please… Can I leave now? I just want to go home and wash up, Please, I would rather keep your jacket relatively piss-scent free” She asks, still trying to sound confident even though her throat is dry and hoarse and her voice cracks. Y/n feels the weight of Kevin’s body lift off of her, His hand still gripping at the back of her neck like you would to stop a misbehaving kitten.

A small sense of relief washes over her as the pressure and heat of the boy’s body is no longer present, and the dripping sound of her urine soaked underwear finally becomes quiet. Kevin takes a step back and looks at her, still smiling like a smug wildcat. “Well, there you go.” Kevin says with an air of superiority as he lets her nape go.

"...T-Thank you."

She says as she walks down the hallway and out of the school, This time there are no extra footsteps behind her. While Y/n debates whether to walk home on foot as to not torture people with the scent of urine emanating from her, Kevin leans back on the lockers. A loud, satisfied sigh leaves his full lips, He hasn't felt this good since the last time he got to bully Celia when Franklin still had custody of both of them. The agonizingly long year pretending to be a good little boy for his stupid dad with no truly satisfying outlet has taken such a toll on him that finally being to act on his violent fantasies onto another person again feels absolutely euphoric. He slides down the wall, A big, content, teeth baring smile on his face. He gets up laughing, Thinking to himself while walking to his house that the second he gets home he'll go practice with his bow, Imagining the target he's shooting at is his pathetic new plaything. 

The second Y/n gets home she breaks down crying again, Running to the bathroom, Her parents completely ignoring their clearly distressed daughter, Confirming what Kevin had told her in class.

No one would even care.

She cleans her stupid body, throws her stupid soaked clothes and Kevin's stupid red jacket in the washing machine, Tosses her stupid pissy shoes to the trash and runs to her room to take a stupid pathetic nap. Through all of her years being bullied she has never had something this degrading and ego-destroying happen to her. As she sobs for the umpteenth time that day, Sleep slowly takes over her and she becomes quiet and limp in her bed, Hoping that she could at least be spared from Kevin's cruel smirk in her dreams.

[lgcyushin]

Yushin as Ketchup from Nintendo’s Animal Crossing franchise. ♡

Quote is specifically from Animal Crossing but it was definitely a bit of a joke costume, since Yushin did not know who to go as, especially since his hair was recently red for V&A's anniversary! Also his emoji is the duck so that's quite fitting.. right? Right....? Someone joked that he should go as Bill but he found that his red hair matched Ketchup more.... alas..... and it seems that Ketchup in a hot dog suit was a popular outfit given to her on reddit, so take that for what you will.............. Yushin in a hot dog suit as Ketchup.............................................................

[simdertalia]

🍛 Animal Crossing Rice Plates 🍛

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 8 items | Each item has its own plate color, so I have added all plate colors from the individual items, there are 8 swatches each.

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[lickthehilt]

SCRAPPED Blade x Reader Drabble

a/n: okay so i had this idea in the back burner of my mind but no matter how much i tried to nail the opening paragraphs, i just couldn't. instead of letting this idea die with my creativity for this prompt, i decided to just post it so theres no thing on my part where im stressed about getting it perfect. i might rework it but ngl im at a stalemate with this. im starting to get wordy but its because im tired hee hee.

summary: your business in traditional portrait painting amongst the planet's digital developments is situated in a quaint alleyway. you get all sorts of customers, mostly old and all claiming an eye for art, but one day you get a customer-- more like a pest-- that lingers by your storefront.

none of the drafts are finished ^^

FIRST DRAFT:

There’s a ghost haunting your windows. Well, haunting the outside of your windows. You started to notice a few decades ago, thinking nothing of the lingering shadow. Maybe it was a cat. It probably was a cat, right? There’s plenty of cats in this area in particular, especially in your little alleyway where your shop is tucked away.

This little planet has a thing with cats. Small and big, fat and thin, long or short-haired. It’s unlike your home planet— ship— as your home town had more of a thing for dogs. You think.

The shadow is nothing but another part of your routine. An imaginary friend that remains invisible, a loose hair dangling from your hairline, a hangnail. It's just there.

So one day you're gazing into the direction of the haunted window and expect to see the feline orbs of amber, yellow or green. You pause when you don't.

His gaze is like a stamp branded into your skull; red, like the colour of peppers and ketchup. Rubies and you think you’ve seen a flower in that exact shade. Your heart staccatos under his shadowed gaze to the beat of a skipped stone before it sinks. Your stomach sinks.

When you blink, his visage is gone.

The door bell tinkles as the door swings open. She looks like one of your paintings: hair the colour of finely aged wine and dehydrated pink roses. You like the sound of her heels as she clack, clack, clacks into your store, thumbing at picture frames and—

“May I?” Her finger teases the sheet that you had pulled over your work-in-progress side project. From where you sit by your main easel, by your canvas, you can see the unfinished carvings made into the stone slab that made the torso. A pattern you could, would, never get right from memory.

“It’s not finished.” Your jaw clenches at the way her finger inches the cloth a bit higher.

“I don’t mind.”

A wave of heat blushes your ears, mouth twitching. “I think… I do mind, though.”

“Do you?” When she looks at you, you cower away. She chuckles, crossing her arms. “Kafka,” sticking out a coy hand, she inches towards you. You shy your hand towards her, briefly pausing to wipe your palms against your apron. “I’m here to collect.”

“Collect?”

“A commission.”

“Oh.” The holographic computer flickers to life as you sit back on your wheeled chair to scoot towards your desk and away from your painting. “It’s under Kafka?” Sliding your fingers to scroll through your orders, you pause. “Oh yeah, yeah. One minute.”

When you head into the back room, your heart sighs. It’s quieter back here. Not like it was much loud in the main room, but the quality of air, the atmosphere, is just different.

Your paintings are tucked away, pre-wrapped with clear film and half packaged. On the tables scattered around the room are figurines, sculptures of things, people, animals.

People don’t really commission old-style portraits anymore; too much time and material. Why wait days and weeks for a single picture when you can easily capture one through digital lens?

Adventuring further into the room, behind a dressing panel, is your most prized possession: a diorama. It’s a distant memory. You made this long ago, centuries amongst the stars, and after living for so long you can hardly remember the finer details. Are the bumps that made up their little noses replicating the real life subject accurately? Or is it a placeholder for something that you couldn’t replicate? What exactly was this scene and is it meant to be happy or sad?

There’s a blurry vagueness to it, lost intentions through the simplification of art. The whole thing is meant to move, too. But the key was lost to time, or just lost. When you pried the buildings away from the base, a system of gears are the canvas to dust builds the foundation.

You find Kafka's painting in one of the slots in the back corner of the room, already packaged neatly in a zipped folder.

"Everything alright back there?" Her voice rings closer as she peaks into the back room. "My, my. Is that the painting?" Her pleasant smile is still plastered onto her face as she motions forward.

"Stop!" Instantly you bite your lip, clearing your throat. "Uh, I mean. It's okay. I'm coming out."

She hums.

"Oh, is this room restricted from the public?"

Normally no, but, "Yes... something like that." She echoes you. Her gaze wonders, flickering from the dingy light hanging from above, to where your body blocks the entrance cradled by your dressing panel.

SECOND DRAFT:

There’s a ghost haunting your frosted windows. It lingers and spooks your customers, who glance back as they patter into your studio. They never complain though, well outwardly to you, only taking glances to the figure as you converse with them.

It never harms or interacts with you and whenever you tried to go outside to confront it, it disappears. Leaving trinkets for it does nothing as it never touches them, and food sometimes (on the very, very rare occasion) gets eaten. So you leave it be. The shadow is nothing but another part of your routine. An imaginary friend that remains invisible, a loose hair dangling from your hairline, a hangnail. It's just there.

Well, one day you're gazing into the direction of the faceless thing and pause.

His gaze is like a stamp branded into your skull; red, like the colour of peppers and ketchup. Rubies and you think you’ve seen a flower in that exact shade. Your heart staccatos under his shadowed gaze to the beat of a skipped stone before it sinks. Your stomach sinks.

When you blink, his visage is gone.

The door bell tinkles as the door swings open. She looks like one of your paintings: hair the colour of finely aged wine and dehydrated pink roses. You like the sound of her heels as she clack into your store, thumbing at picture frames and—

“May I?” Her finger teases the sheet that you had pulled over your work-in-progress side project. From where you sit by your main easel, by your canvas, you can see the unfinished carvings made into the stone slab that made the torso. A pattern you could, would, never get right from memory.

“It’s not finished.” Your jaw clenches at the way her finger inches the cloth a bit higher.

“I don’t mind.”

A wave of heat blushes your ears, mouth twitching. “… I do mind, though.”

“Do you?” When she looks at you, you cower away. She chuckles, crossing her arms. “Kafka,” sticking out a coy hand, she inches towards you. You shy your hand towards her, briefly pausing to wipe your palms against your apron. “I’m here to collect.”

“Collect?”

“A commission.”

“Oh.” The holographic computer flickers to life as you sit back on your wheeled chair to scoot towards your desk and away from your painting. “It’s under Kafka?” Sliding your fingers to scroll through your orders, you pause. “Oh yeah, yeah. One minute.”

When you head into the back room, your heart sighs. It’s quieter back here. Not like it was much loud in the main room, but the quality of air, the atmosphere, is just different. Your paintings are tucked away, pre-wrapped with clear film and half packaged. On the tables scattered around the room are figurines, sculptures of things, people, animals.

It's only a brief break before you're hauling the medium-sized painting back to her.

FINAL DRAFT START:

The ghost came to you in a dream. You could hear the distinct ticking of the clock, the beats as it swung side-to-side from your living room.  An itch bloomed from your scalp, in which you patted with flexed out fingers; the beating against your head almost jogged the memory of your dream back to the forefront of your mind as it faded into the crevices of your thought. Your sheets pooled by your hips, a shiver tickling your spine as you wiggled to get out of bed.

Padding downstairs, you pushed through your filed sketchbooks before pulling one out and sitting by your desk.

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