Mizooks 5 Tip Tour For A Good Easter!

Funny prompt idea I thought of this morning.

[Character 1] and [character 2] are at [character 3’s house]. [Character 2] keeps thinking that [character 1] is sending them signs that they need help, causing [character 2] to over analyze everything [character 1] is doing. When really, [character 1] is just enjoy themself because [character 3] is their friend that they’re just hanging out with with [character 2]. Meanwhile though [character 2] is now set to “save” [character 1] from [character 3] and by authors choice may kill [character 3].

You can take this prompt to describe the reactions the characters have, or make it a silly haha moment. Also if you use this prompt in a story feel free to tag me in it because I’d love to see it and give advice!

Ps: Woke up to my activity having 24 notifications?!?! :0 Thank you guys so much I’m glad you like this silly little bean.

-Once you’re gone you’re lost forever_

     ₊๋ chapter two-࣭🎀

I woke up, feeling drowsy yet… purified. The mattress pressed against my back reminded me that I was in my room, and not falling. How I felt before I woke up and returned to reality.

I pressed fingers to my temple, trying to regain my sense of touch as I tried to repeat the words he said. I parted my lips and softly uttered them to the air, as if I was a doctor telling someone the side effects of their medicine.

“One to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain. Three to clear my mind, forget all my hate…” I trailed off, rubbing my forehead. 

What did he say next? I thought, trying to reach into the depths of my brain. I had forgotten the rest, yet I only remembered one more sentence he had said.

“Several weeks ahead, you’ll be fine again.”

And that was all the promise I needed to convince myself to continue taking them. Yet even that, I wasn’t sure was 100% what I wanted.

I aroused myself from my groggy state, walking as best as I could to my desk. I only had one thought on my mind, that I needed to hide the pills. I swiped them up into my hands and began searching my room, looking for an ample spot to hide them in. After all, I was lucky enough that my parents hadn’t checked in on me during my… nap, if you could call me that.

I hid them under a pile of clothes in my closet, my hazy vision barely letting me do even that. I still felt tired, so I left my closet, leaving the door open which is quite not like me. I was only able to make it half way before I laid down on my floor, my eyelids slowly descending until I was trapped in a veil of darkness. 

My eyes slowly blinked open, and I found myself in my room, but something felt… off. I pinched the skin on my right arm, and ended up feeling no pain. A dream… I thought, removing my fingers from my arm as I looked up, noticing that my desk in the corner was covered in medicine. 

Each pill was different colors, promising something different. Tiny paper cards promised different results, whether it was to cure my anxiety, ease my longing for companionship, or even help increase my self esteem so I wouldn’t have such degrading thoughts about myself anymore.

I started walking to my desk, a small part nagging at me. Telling me not to go near them, because drugs would only make my life much, much worse.

Yet like I had said, it was a small part of me and ended up getting overpowered by my sheer willpower as I started to down the pills like I starved child at a banquet. My mind felt blank, only focusing on the task at hand as one pill slid down my throat, then another, then another, then another…

My skin felt cold and at this point I wasn’t sure if it was due to how dead inside I felt, or my bodies natural heating. All of a sudden the door to my room was busted open, and two people covered in white clothing holding a stretcher came over. I was placed on it but I continued to guild down the pills in my mouths and hands as my body felt light and numb.

I was soon taken outside and dumped into an ambulance, being sped away from my home. This dream was so vivid, I was questioning if this was a dream at all. After all, my body was so numb I probably couldn’t tell if this was real just from sensations alone. 

As I laid on the bed inside, my brain felt numb but on cloud nine, and I couldn’t stop giggling. Along with that, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about self-medicating. Thoughts that I never have had before.

Soon though, the vehicle came to a stop and the doors were opened as I was hauled out. I was shaking slightly, as if I was a shivering cat while I was pulled through the double doors and into a hospital. I was labeled as “emergency care” by the staff before I was gently placed on a cot, and they hurried away after. 

I could only laugh at the fact. Emergency care? Why? I was just fine! I laid there, still shaking as I heard machines beeping in the background. I was still clutching a pile of multi-colored pills as my head was placed against the pillow and I felt unaware even of my own body. But as my body was trembling, a pill slipped from my hands and fell off the cot, landing on the floor without a sound. 

No! I thought, my heart racing as a burst of energy was sent to my left arm so I could reach out and grab it. But even though my brain commanded my arm to go forward, it didn’t, and it ended up staying in place. No no no! Frantic thoughts pounded against my skull as I stared at the pill capsule on the floor with wide eyes. Not my blood! Not my lifeline! I desperately tried to break out of whatever was restraining me in place, but to no avail did I move.

All of a sudden I sat up suddenly, sweating and panting. I did a double take of my surroundings and realized I was back in my room, awake. I clutched my head in my hands, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. Yet it didn’t work, nothing did. 

So I went to my only relief, the pills. 

I stood up and walked with a sway back into my closet and dug up my pills from there hiding spot. I dropped a few in my mouth then swallowed. I felt my anxiety be eased, and I pushed the lid back down sealing the container then I left the closet again - this time closing the door behind me. 

I laid in bed and felt that magical feeling take me again and I fell into a deep sleep that would make you suspicious if I had told you I had just sprung away afraid to die earlier. And that’s how my days basically went, taking pills to ease the pain. Yet that was just day one, and it got ALOT worse after that…

One of the fears of being in my life is that you have to constantly worry when your one friend says “guess what” so you can respond with “chicken butt” before they can. A couple of weeks ago I learned a new response where you can say “guess why” then after the next person asks, you respond with “chicken thigh.” Let the war begin. 🫡

“You want a taste of my brain? Ok. It’s yours anyway.”

“You want a taste of my eye? Alright I won’t put up a fight.”

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

Er… well..

“Why don’t I confess my love to my darling? Well, it’s because the high I get from being near them! The smallest whiff of their scent when they have to bend down and tie their shoes near me, that gorgeous smile they flash me once I’m in their eyesight, and even a hug from them is enough to send me on cloud nine!~ And… if I confessed to them? They might run away and leave me once they’ve discovered how many I’ve killed for them in the name of love, and that would just make things more complicated for me. Of course I’d stalk them down before kidnapping them and tying them up in my basement, but that would only make it harder for them to accept my love, wouldn’t it? So for now I’ll just open up to them slowly until I can have them in my arms all for myself~.”

question 12 time!

Hi im sorry I won’t make up for the whole time missed cause that would be too much, but I’m back and I’ll try to post decently.

Today’s question is what I’m favorite slice of life anime is. I don’t end up watching a lot of slice of life anime, but out of every anime I’ve watched, it probably is Love Is War!.

I considered putting future diary down, but I haven’t gotten as deep into it as LIV, so I didn’t put it down. It’s really funny to see Kaguya and the blonde boy (I haven’t watched it in a while) trying to be smarter than one another in Love Is War. There shenanigans are very funny, and it’s formulated a bit like Komi Can’t Communicate where it’s made out of skits.

I’m also a Fruit Basket fan but I can’t really remember it but I definitely recommend it as another slice of life anime! :D

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!)

Sir is your spine ok.

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)