Magnificentdreamlandblizzard - Mizook Cookie (Your Fav Silly Writer)

Found this on https://www.tumblr.com/multiglory18 ! Day 1 - Favorite anime opening song

Hmmm. I think my favorite anime opening is from Death Note season 1. The intro starts very strong, and hooks you. Plus it’s very catchy along with graphics that don’t have an excess amount of color that would burn your eyes out. It also mellows out then builds up again, and is a very danceable song.

Ps: Working on a yandere back rooms monster that may not be done today cause I have family over. I really appreciate all of y’all showing me such support for the content I post. Also, I finally set up my ask box lol, so thank you for sitting through me with that. I hope you have a good day and enjoy the eclipse!

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

Er… well..

Posting a yandere quote because this post got a note. Actually my own idea i thought of today! ^^

“Darling if I can’t keep you in a chokehold hug to keep you all to myself, then what is love?”

Mizooks 5 tip tour for a good Easter!

1 - Make lists. No you will not remember if you let it float around in your head, so write it down! It’s much more easier to keep things organized when they’re written or typed, so make sure those ideas of yours get on lists.

2 - Confirm allergy’s of all the guests coming. To make sure what to serve and what not to, you should keep tabs on everyone’s allergy’s. Warn people of them before they come, and keep epipens nearby just in case.

3 - Make sure you are allowed to place eggs where you have spots planned. Ask your neighbor before you litter eggs on their front yard for example. If they aren’t ok with it, you’ll have to learn to take a no and hide them somewhere else!

4 - For gods sake please don’t use eggs with the two little holes in the top. Since you’re placing them outside with candy in them, this is a prime opportunity for bugs to sneak in and infect the candy with germs. Plus imagine eating a bug, yuck!

5 - Have your guests clean up after themselves. Yes I know this is a very basic, common, and standard household rule. But if your guests don’t remember, gently remind them. After all, no one is there maid here.

I know this is old but here’s to having good Easters everyone!

Dear @aniverse-x

No problem, I'm always here for you! You don't have to thank me though.

I could tell you were going through a tough time, and I hope right now is better for you. 

Also, I want to make sure you know that I liked a huge amount of your posts not out of pity, it's because I think you're a generally nice and talented person who is a bit too hard on yourself. I hope you know I'm always a safe space for you to come to, and if you ever want to talk to me just hit up my asks and comments on this account, or the messages and whatnot on my second account. I can't guarantee I’ll always respond straight away, but I will get to it at some point. :)

I'm glad I could make your day better, and I hope you know that even though you didn't get the score you wanted at track. You made me proud. Just getting out there in front of a crowd is impressive, not many people could do that. Also, you had me at track. Track?!?! We’re still talking about the sport where you move your legs real fast right?!?! It's amazing you can do that! I have an athlectisim of an old grandma lol, so I'll never join track, but I hope you know I will always be your number 1# fan supporting you.

If you're ever feeling lonely or down, you can imagine a little me popping up and being your imaginary friend. I’ll cheer for you spiritually at your concerts, and try to cheer you up. I care for you greatlly like all of my followers. <3 

You can vent to me whenever, and I may not always be able to fix your problems, but I can listen. 

Also more about the track thing, I'm sure that really sucks. But, if I had to give advice, I think that you don't need to prove to the world that your great, you need to prove it to yourself first. So don't beat yourself up over a loss, I know you'll do great next time! Like Natsu said in a game I was playing, “Being kicked down just makes it that more amazing when you get up and steal first place.” I believe in you, and don't give up on what makes you passionate!

Like the cliche line “Rome wasn't built in a day” remember to pace yourself. I have a stepmom who was a great runner, but she didn't start out that way. I have no doubt that you'll be running your way to the top soon.

So have a good day and remember to drink water because you're an important human being. And I mean that so don't you DARE forget it. ❤️ 

Love, your favorite Mizook cookie

just finished my track meet against 16 other schools. I’m not too happy with my results, but when I came on tumblr(about 5 minutes ago) I saw 28 notes. This made me so happy.

bc of the 28 notes, I’m not sad anymore(I am but not as much) I luv yall so much❤️

and thanks to @magnificentdreamlandblizzard for providing 10 of those notes. (I will never forget you)

I leave you guys alone and this is what you start? Well let me hop in right here.

Reblog your:

“I’m sane, and I simp for _”

I’ll start

-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…

”Let’s have the best barbeque bash ever!”

(Had to make a story using Australian slang for school and I decided to make one about the members of Nightcord going to a drug shop to buy food for the best barbeque party ever (hosted by Mizuki) but there ends up being no food and they decide to use avocados instead.)

Tried a new marker I found on the floor and used a new art style of just one color for every character!

Reblog your:

“I’m sane, and I simp for _”

I’ll start

-Once you’re gone you’re lost forever_

                                            ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 chapter three⋅ ☆

I woke up with a groan before I clutched my head. I reached for one of the staples in my morning routine - the tiny red pills that the suspicious trustworthy old man gave me. The sun shined through the window, painting my room in a golden light as I swallowed basically what was oval atoms.

When I placed it back on the table next to my bed, I frowned as I stared at the displeasing observation. More air was in the bottle than there were pills, and the voices in my head were back. I had never had voices in my head before I took the pills, but maybe I was going through a rough time in life and those sort of… developed.

I sat up with a groan, plopping another pill onto my tongue before it traveled to the base of my tongue and slid smoothly down my throat. I stood up with a stretch as the voices in my head got muddled into the background, signaling that the pills were working. 

I placed one foot in front of the other, descending down the carpeted stairs. Not to have breakfast, but to request a refill. After all, I mostly skipped breakfast every day, so I was used to the feeling of starving, so it’s not like it would hurt anyone. Plus my… medicine was more important than food, so I ended up marching out the front door I had just unlocked, before shortly closing it behind me.

The cold air hit my face, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was my blood. My lifeline. 

So as I left my porch and walked down my driveway, knowing my parents would freak out, but I didn’t care. Sure I had no sort of clue about who the man was, but I could faintly hear the voices in my head telling me where to go. Whether it was relevant to the destination I wanted to go through, that was a different story. Though I ended up actually listening to them and following them, which was ironic. Here I had been trying to block the voices out, but now I was trying so hard to listen to them that I was barely aware of anything else around me. But soon after I got my refill though, I’d be fine, and I wouldn’t have to listen to those voices ever again since I’d know where the old man was. After all, I’d stop at nothing to become purified.

I wasn’t able to hear the voices anymore after I stopped at a cottage in the woods, so I assumed I had arrived. It was a modest little house, with two floors and a little dead tree base near the front for chopping wood. Though I wasn’t here to admire the house set on top of green blades of grass, I was here for one thing. The man’s services.

Suddenly through his second floor window I saw him coming from the right side of the glass pane and disappearing after he wad walked past it to the left. 

“W-wait!” I yelled, jolting forward as my brain cleared of the thought that this might be the wrong house. Suddenly though, I tripped and fell flat on my face, the grass brushing against my skin. My right foot had gotten caught on something which caused me to trip, and it also happened to happen at the worst time possible.

Though my little kthud must of attracted someone, because a few seconds later I felt someone pulling me to my feet and dislodging my right foot from the ground. Somehow I managed to not retain any injuries, but the man in front of me still looked concerned with his worry evident in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking into my eyes. “You’re not hurt are you? I heard your scream from my house and instantly came running over.” 

Ah that explained it. He was the old man’s neighbor, which put him in my earshot of my scream. I hope I hadn’t screamed like a little girl, that’d be embarrassing.

“Yeah I’m fine, thanks.” I answered, feeling my hand twitch and dig my fingers into the air by my side. I had to get that refill, and soon. “I just came to visit my grandpa here, I’m sorry for bothering you.”:

The man’s brows furrowed in confusion, making me wonder if I had said something wrong. After all, I didn’t always feel in control of my body, so I wouldn’t put it past myself.

“No one’s lived here before,” He said, making my eyes widen in shock. How could no one live here? You just- but I just- I saw the same man through the window! Though I quickly composed myself, not wanting to seem more suspicious than I already probably do. “Are you alright? Do you need me to call your parents?” 

Chills ran up my body and my heart began to race a bit at the mention of my parents. I couldn’t even imagine the thought of them finding out that I was in this situation. If they did… it wouldn’t be pretty, so I needed to come up with an excuse so he wouldn’t send me home. After all, I’d rather be homeless than not get my refill. “Oh no you don’t have to! It’s just my grandpa moved and I was going to visit his house. My mom wrote his address on a piece of paper, and I must’ve read it wrong. But thank you for your kindness.” I tried my best not to sound nervous, but he still looked at me suspiciously.

“Alright, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” He asked, probably hoping something like the location mix up wouldn’t happen to me again. And judging by the fact that I pretty much screamed at nothing then fell on my face, I didn’t seem to be in the right state of mine either.

I nodded, wanting him to leave so I could get home soon. Adults always slept for a while on days they don’t have work, but they’d wake up at some point, and even an idiot would know that. 

He did eventually leave though, disappearing among the myriad shades of green. I waited until I couldn’t see him anymore before I walked to the front door of the cottage, shaking some dirt off of my right foot. I opened the door and let myself in, not hearing any movement upstairs. I needed to see the man and get my refill, but I also had to investigate and prove I’m not insane. So I took a deep breath, and with a newly cleaned right foot, I began investigating.