”Let’s Have The Best Barbeque Bash Ever!”

FINALLY

I have been making this illustration of an original card for my friend (whose name had been blacked out.) She’s from wonderlands x showtime, and I’m absolutely crying inside that I’m going to have to make another one of these but at least it wouldn’t have as many people anymore. Part of the reason why I haven’t been posting as much :’)

This is some fanart I made for my favorite yandere writer, @yandere-writer-momo! She’s great at describing scenes so you can envision them and every time a story of hers end, I’m really upset cause I always want to read more! I don’t think my art does one of my favorite stories of hers, build-a-yandere justice, so I definitely recommend going to read all of her stories and following her!

The artwork is completely mine though, as I busted out some of my own art supplies that’s been buried away in a dark corner. I also used some of my friends markers, which surprised me by not bleeding through the page. You’re NOT allowed to claim this artwork or any other pieces that I’ve made as your own, as my hard work on this piece would be completely overlooked. You can always ask me if it’s ok to use my artwork and then, IF I GIVE PERMISSION, it’s allowed. Thank you for respecting my rules about my artwork.

Introducing a new series on my channel!

I’m going to post a new series where my friends and I write a story together! To be safe I’m going to hide there names under usernames, and I’d like to ask others not to post in the tags so others can find the stories easy. Thank you guys for all the follows, likes, and reblogs so far, I can’t wait to see how far this series goes! (Clearly to the point where I’m painfully trying to hold the story together with my black pen.)

Writers:

Sampo

March 7th

Minori Hanasato

Mizook Cookie (me)

(Ps: If you need a translation to read the story let me know!)

Made another one for my friend! Putting this character in blank Sekai means there’s not a lot to take up the space so I tried my best, buy blank is literally in the name. I tried my best and it ended up taking shorter than I thought which made me very happy. Even though I’m not 100% happy with how it came out due to how I drew it, it ended up pretty good for the first time trying out new things!

Just so people know, I can’t see my messages! I don’t know why, so you’ll have to get in contact with me in a different way until I somehow figure out that issue.

Haha I wrote a long story while bored. It originally was a draft. Should I continue it? (Writers block)

Prompt: The Coffee Shop Encounter: Your favorite characters from different fandoms accidentally meet in a coffee shop in the human world. What surprising connections are made? (Characters: Light Yagami - Death Note. Akira Howard - Astral Chain. Near - Death Note. Shuichi Saihara - Danganronpa 3. Ticci Tobi - Creepypasta. Jeff the Killer - Creepypasta. Kafka - Honkai Star Rail. Blade - Honkai Star Rail. Silver Wolf - Honkai Star Rail.) 

This story is told from Light Yagamis POV

I didn’t have much time normally. After all, the amount of the scum on this planet was detestable, and someone had to clean it up. What new god would I be if I took a break? 

Yet this was one of the vile times where I had to lay low. It was simply unfathomable to me why they didn’t want me to clean up this world. To make it pure.

Though right now I had nothing to do but face these… requirements head on. And what wouldn’t look more normal than going to the new cafe that opened up? Maybe I needed to put my hand itching for a pen around a fork instead.

The walk to the cafe wasn’t that far from my house, and was actually pretty nice in comparison to huddling in my room with pen, ink, and paper. After all, I’ve spent so much time in front of my computer that I think my chair is exhausted of me.

The inside was peaceful, only disrupted when I brought a small gust of wind in with me through the door. Once the door closed behind me, I was fully inside the small cafe named “Sunlight”, having wood in shades of light orange on the wall, and contrasted by some shades of brown wood outlines for contrasting here and there. It was like they were trying to match their name, but in comparison to blinding ball of light in the sky, they actually set the mood pretty nicely.

The music in the background continued to faintly play as I walked up to the glass case, holding a myriad of different food with smooth white shelves. On the top shelf, a large, layered, circular cake caught my eyes. It seemed to be a strawberry shortcake, on the top layer along with the other cakes, its soft colors complementing the base it was sitting on.

I had come without an order prepared, not scouting out the place before as my dad might. Well, if he got any time off on the Kira case at all.

Even though the cake looked like something Ryuzaki would eat, it did look appealing so I placed it as my order and went to sit down. 

I let out a sigh and looked around, taking in the environment. The overhead fans continue to rotate, making sure the air wasn’t too hot and keeping the cafe at a normal comfortable temperature. It was a relaxing place to say the least, sheltering passerby’s from the bright sun overhead, while satiating their hunger with the knickknacks this place produced.

You may think that it’s weird that I didn’t come with my obsessive, modeling, and pop star “girlfriend” Misa Amane. After all, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ryuzaki thought our relationship was one sided, since he didn’t seem to understand why she was so obsessed with me in the first place. 

Even so though, it seemed like no one knew she was dating a college student that is the son of the chief of police. Which was surprising since it seemed like some peoples jobs to dig up gossip about others and spread it to the farthest corners of the earth.

It turned out that I wasn’t the only one sitting at a table alone surprisingly. You’d think that when a new place opens up, swarms of people would be all over it, with their curiosity getting the better of them. Yet a sparse amount of people were here, making it look like this was an undiscovered gem just gaining popularity.

The first person that caught my eye was one of the three sitting alone, appearing to be a male with messy medium-length black hair. He had a dark blue, form fitting, and dress shirt that had a gray chest plate with the word “police” on it in red. He had some sort of device on his left wrist, hooked to a gray pack thing in his back with a blue chain. It was definitely weird, or unusual as some may call it, along with the fact that his “police” uniform looked nothing like I'd seen before. There was a chance that this light-skinned police officer was from some police force that L hired, but that was unlikely. Ryuzaki would tell me if he did something like that, unless he thought I was Kira which would be a giant pain. 

We both seemed to be waiting for what we ordered, even though this “police” officer stuck out like a sore thumb compared to me. Though this man wasn’t the only one who looked out of place here. This cafe seemed to have attracted an interesting type of people.

For example, another person sitting alone was wearing what appeared to be an academy outfit, even though I didn’t know what school it was from. But to be fair, it wasn’t like I was touring all the schools in Japan.

The person was pale, and wearing a black cap with three white stripes lining the back of it. It also had silver star pinned near the front and from what I could see, he had short dark teal hair under his dark-colored cap. I couldn’t see his face then he was in a spot where he was looking away from me, but I could see his slim figure sitting in the wooden chair.

Though another person was sitting alone with the same shape of body like him, but this person seemed to be more like a boy then something you would call a “man” or consider a “adult of the male gender.” He kept curling his shaggy platinum hair around his finger, which was nearly the same color as his white shorts and pants. He was slender with fair skin, and honestly gave me the same vibes that Ryuzaki gave me.

I heard a faint sound of someone saying “thanks”, and when I turned my head to the direction of the sound, I saw the side of the teenage “policeman” face, his dark grey-brown eyes focused on the waitress serving him his order. Coincidentally, my order came to. And just like the “policeman” I thanked the waitress too before the plate with my cake was placed in front of me, and I grabbed my silver fork, prepared to start eating.

When I was able to get a small piece of the cake in my mouth, it melted instantly. The vanilla cream complemented the strawberries perfectly, adding a bit of creamy vanilla taste to the sweet strawberries. And the dough had been kneaded perfectly, making the sponge light and fluffy, perfect to easily slide down your throat as if it was a boat for the rest of the ingredients.

Unlike me, the white haired boy and the boy with the black cap hadn’t received their order. Instead, the child was piecing together a puzzle made completely of blank puzzle pieces, while the school boy was staring at the other seat in front of them, likely lost in thought. Both of the two were silent, along with me, observing everyone like they were animals in a nature documentary. 

The only talking was from the only group of three, muttering to each other in hushed tones. Two of the three sitting there had their back to me, with one of them wearing a short black coat along with a crop-top which covered the upper part of her body. She also wore a black unbuttoned shorts with a decorative piece of black and purple fabric that hung off her back, along with a white belt that has a game console attached at her hip. Without her stomach being covered, that likely meant that her navel was exposed, but I couldn’t tell, since there was only one person on the other side of them, giving me a clear view of the front of them.

He looked to be a man with fair skin, long dark blue hair with red tips, and red eyes. He wore an oriental-styled black tailcoat with red clothed insides and gray trousers. The tailcoat was embroidered with gold and dark blue colors, and he wears a black belt alongside a styled metal decoration on his left thigh. He was the only man at the table, sitting across from another woman.

This woman appeared to be young with red wine-colored hair that was tied in a messy ponytail with two loose bangs hanging on either side of her face. She looked older than the gray haired woman to the right of her, making it look like this was just a family out for a meal. And if they were, who was I to judge? Though they did seem a little more suspicious than a normally family would, you could easily tell from the gold and silver here and there that they were among the people that were a “higher class”. 

Though in comparison to the other party of people in here, they were actually more normal.

With the remaining taste of sweetness sticking around in my mouth every time I finished taking a bite of the cake, I decided to get a bitter drink to counteract it. I pulled out my phone since I didn’t want to get up and grab a menu, and began to scroll through one of there digital menus I had found online through google. Scrolling past rows and rows of drink choices, I finally found an appealing drink titled “Párizsban” which was actually the word Paris in Hungarian. 

Eventually I managed to flag down a waiter and get my order placed shortly before they walked to the back of the building. The drink in the menu was described as a “coffee with a light brown color, tasting of nuts while the top of the drink had a bit of frothed milk styled to look like the Eiffel Tower.” Whoever had to do the styling for the top of that drink definitely had me feeling bad for them, though they also had my respect to. Whoever was able to make a design like that using a bit of milk was very obviously talented, and could likely pursue a career of art if they tried hard enough. Though that wasn’t the end of the description, also talking about how they put peppermint pieces around the lip of the cup, trying to make the smell “alluring like the city of Paris is.” And also to represent the “city of lights” part of Paris, which was a famous description that it continued to carry.

Honestly the peppermint part seemed a bit slapped together, but this cafe just opened so you couldn’t blame them. They definitely had a good idea going here, it just needed a bit of refinement and touching up here and there. But what that couldn’t help, was the fact that the entire atmosphere was off set a bit from the group of two, sitting in silence.

The one with the back to me had messy brown hair that went in every which way, and his pale, almost gray skin was brought out by luminescent lighting. He was wearing a brown-blue hoodie pullover, a pair of denim pants, a black and white-striped face mask, and he had yellow-tinted goggles on top of his head. On his back there appeared to be an axe with blood that had rusted over, making my built-in-alarm-sounds I had gained from being Kira go off, screaming that he was a villain that needed to be killed. 

Times like these were times that I wanted Misa so I could grab the brunettes name, yet she wasn’t here and it didn’t seem like the cops were going to do anything either. They seemed to be so off-put from his uncomfortable aura that at most they just stared for a while before walking off. Humans were utterly disgusting.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, focusing on the utterly horrific man on the other side of him. They were a pale, noseless man with long black hair and a Joker-esque grin carved into his face. They didn’t have any eyelids either, and had a slim fitting body to go along with his horrific appearance. The longer I stared at him, the faster my heart raced. And as I was staring at him he lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine, making me flinch instinctively.

Luckily though a waiter bringing me my coffee blocked my eyesight of him with their arm, taking my empty plate that previously contained my shortcake away. 

Thankfully though when my eyesight hit the terrifying figure again, he was back to eating again. Though I knew better than to continue staring at him, so I averted my gaze into the distance and began sipping my hot coffee with a heart that was definitely racing faster than normal.

:/ (Me who has no idea what this means lmao)

Time for day 4! My favorite male character.

Hmm… that’s an interesting question. If we were to go overall maybe for kindness it would be Toya from PJSK? He’s just a sweet little muffin that has been through a lot with his dad, and trying to find his place in the world.

One of my favorite fanmade comics of him was actually made by @juicelooped , and I saved it so I can look at whenever.

This honestly warms my heart, and I’m so glad I found this so make sure to show Juice some support!

Anyway his dad has put him in a kerfuffle so many times, thats he’s even cried before. Yet he still remains kind to others like when he tried to make muffins for the Tenmas. He supports everyone when they need it, and would never be mean to a soul. He has had a hard time growing up, but not only does he have great vocals, he also is doing it to pursue his love of music and because it makes his dad frustrated.

As the story progresses, I’m glad to see Toya learning to stand up for himself, and I wish the bestest boy my sweetest regards. :)

Name: I’m not going to give anyone my real name, so just call me Chalen! (The name of my Tokyo Ghoul Oc.)

Gender: They/them/he/him

Fav color: Pink, purple, and maybe white and black?

Likes: Death Note, Komi can’t communicate, Villains Are Destined to Die, Project Sekai,Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Outerplane, Epic Seven,Sword Art Online,etc.

Hobbies: Writing, mindlessly scrolling Tumblr 😃, grinding in games like Project Sekai, and art.

Hi I’m Chalen, someone with a notes app and a limited amount of storage that gets smaller each day.

I write a lot of fan-fictions, because I’m swimming deep in the 100000000 fandoms I’m in :D. Just like my fanfics, I also take asks and requests for my art as long as it’s not any of the following:

Stories:

Pedophila

Racism

Any sort of homophobia 

Discrimination of any kind

Incest

Art:

Nudity

^ These may be added too if I feel the need too! ^

This is a blog that will probably be full of many random things. For instance I’ve thought about going more into depth about the human and what drives us cause I’ve been reading books like that, or trying to answer the hard questions Death Note poses.

One of the most important parts of my blog is that:

⚠️ MY MESSAGES DO NOT WORK AT ALL⚠️ 

I appreciate seeing the little number go up by my messages, and imaging who may be messaging me, but it’s also sort of frustrating. I know that not all of you may not know about my technical issues with my messages, but it makes me sad that I can’t see what you guys are sending.

Instead, you guys are free to drop stuff off in my asks, and you have a 99% chance of responding to you! After all, I check Tumblr maybe with a minimum of once a day, so your ask has a high chance of being seen! (Seriously you could probably even send me your Starbucks order and I’d respond with something like “yum yum did you get me anything.)

I will do art and lore for your Oc too by the way! Like one of my favorite writers, @yandere-writer-momo says. “If there is a specific original character you have in your head that you’d like to come to life, just let me know. I’ll do my best to make it.”

This is the end of my intro for right now, and I hope you have a good day and know you are loved!

(Potential kofi here?)

Master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentdreamlandblizzard/746884220471869440/haha-i-wrote-a-long-story-while-bored-it?source=share   (A draft that got pretty long in my notes so I decided to post it)

Once you’re gone you’re lost forever:

https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentdreamlandblizzard/745248401755602944/once-youre-gone-youre-lost-forever?source=share     (1)

https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentdreamlandblizzard/745288124249341952/once-youre-gone-youre-lost-forever?source=share       (2)

https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentdreamlandblizzard/747052042724442112/once-youre-gone-youre-lost-forever?source=share (3)

https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentdreamlandblizzard/747052212866433024/once-youre-gone-youre-lost-forever?source=share (4 and might be changed)

When you’re at the beginning of coloring your art but you remember that the customer asked for a full body shot

Er… well..