This Is Some Fanart I Made For My Favorite Yandere Writer, @yandere-writer-momo! She’s Great At Describing

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..

Yandere Bacteria (Backrooms monster) Head Cannons

Yes you may have heard of the back rooms, and maybe even listened to “tales” of other liminal spaces. However the fact that has been discerned by the public that to “get in” you have to glitch through the Earth? That certainly is not true. Instead, you’re brought by 連れ去られた者, or “Tsuresara.” They pick and choose who to bring to there maze of winding corridors randomly. Maybe it’s because they want some entertainment, or to see a little game of theirs play out, eh?

Now you certainly aren’t the lucky one, getting dragged down through several layers of the Earth as soon as the Tsuresara see you. You had just been walking home from school, and it wasn’t possible for you to know that it had been so lonely and boring for so long that the Tsuresara just wanted a new plaything!

After all, the Bacteria, as you humans call it, only gets the privilege of company when the Tsuresara brings someone. Us entity’s down here call him 避けられない, or Sakerarenai, but if we were to give him a name it would likely be a word shortened from the term, Sake. Only 7 letters short from the whole name, but very far from humans… alcoholic sake.

And me? Just call me Wisp, the recorder of those beyond our reach. 

Which is funny because you are now in the arms of a “monster” quite close to our reach. And he isn’t how he’s portrayed in your “video games” you play of his home. Well… at least his attitude is different towards you. Let me explain.

TW: Kidnapped? Stalking, a room eating corpses, stealing? Murderous, and let me know if I missed anything else through asks!

Yan! Sake who is glad to see someone after so long! How long has it been… 7 weeks? 47 months? 8 years? It doesn’t matter! Sake’s been so people deprived, whether it was supposed to be a torture method from the Tsuresara, or that they have been waiting for the right person to confine to the space they call home, makes him appreciate your company A LOT more. Now he finally has someone to bounce his energy and thoughts off of! You make the empty space feel a lot warmer with just your presence. Oh boy are the Tsuresara going to enjoy watching this game play out. 

Yan! Sake who doesn’t understand why you start running as soon as you lay those beautiful irises on his form. They shine like jewels, and he wished he got to look at them more before you turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction. Instinctively he followed you, captivated by your appearance and how different it was compared to everything here. 

You see, it wasn’t that he had been so isolated that he forgot what humans looked like, no. He would never forget his sources of entertainment! It was just that he’s been so used to seeing the bodies of other entity’s and himself that he’s just gotten used to it. But if you don’t like it, he’ll change! Anything for you…

Yan! Sake who gives up his relentless pursuit of you after he sees that this chase is going nowhere. Instead, he’ll have to play a classic game of cat and mouse with you. It isn’t what he wants to do since it seems like he just witnessed Aphrodite appear in front of him, but he’ll bide his time and wait… And oh boy did he find good opportunity’s. Whenever you aren’t looking around in your unfamiliar surroundings, or you’re scavenging for sustenance, he’s there whether you know it or not. Always watching from a distance… wondering how you’re so effortlessly cute.

Yan! Sake may not be a man of many words, but apparently he’s a man of romantic advances. Who would’ve guessed? He hasn’t been THIS attached to a human in his entire life. But unlike how a humans heart is tethered to their body, something like a gold necklace or a silver ring is easily separable, which is something Sake knows. So when he sees you’re resting for a while, he slips away to go visit an entity the humans don’t know called 嘆き, or Nageki. 

Nageki doesn’t speak, but instead it’s the floor in a specific room that is this “entity.” The floor is… alive, one might say as sometimes the floor dips or bulges slightly when the entity breaths quietly. You’d have to put your ear to the floor to hear its breathing but don’t stay there for too long, because the longer you stay, the more you decay. 

Though Sake isn’t here to put his ear to the floor, he’s here for the corpses. Ever wonder why you don’t see dead bodies in the back rooms but you may see random items?

It’s because Nageki eats their flesh and spits out everything else. 

Whether it be clothes or jewelry, it spits it out because Nageki is fed by human flesh, and when it isn’t fed, you can hear it breathing louder and see the dips and swells of the floor a lot clearer.

But its eating habits are exactly why Sake is here.

Being immune to the effects of decay, Sake steps into the middle of the room as life silently pulses through its walls and floors. Reaching downward to the floor, its able to hook a cold gold chain through its mutated hay bacillus “fingers” and lift them up to see a gold outline in the shape of a diamond, with an actual diamond. They both glint in the light, but he doesn’t stop to admire it. Not only does it not interest him (because he’s seen something gorgeous, you), but because he doesn’t know when you’ll move.

So sneaking back like before, he finds you just starting to get up from your resting place to continue your relentless exploration. 

What you don’t know though is that when you fully stand up, Sake has already placed the necklace near you silently. And when you start taking random directions and turns in this place of winding corridors, you somehow stumble upon it. You look around to make sure Sake isn’t near (but you don’t see him behind you), then bend down and much to Sake’s delight, pick up the necklace.

Even though you stuff it in your pocket to sell later when you get out of this place, Sake doesn’t care. He knows you’ll wear it one day… And he can’t wait when that day comes and he can see his goddess dressed in the spoils that others don’t deserve… And if you don’t like it? That’s ok! He’ll carve up anyone until you find a piece of jewelry you like! (Even though you may never wear them because who trusts anything from this place?)

Yan! Sake who actually happens to be very uneducated. Any of the words you see is either Sake finding something to draw with, or the effect of a human passing by that luckily had something to write with. Why does Sake draw you ask? It’s because he’s trying to communicate with you silly! Sure he doesn’t have that expanse of a vocabulary, only writing the words he hears the Tsuresara’s victims say without a giant understanding of it, which can turn out as well as you imagine. But if it makes you happy, he’ll learn every word he can so he can spell out his love for you in big red letters!

Surprisingly, without being attended to by humans, or having visible air conditioners or heaters, the famous liminal space known as “the backrooms” had a normal temperature. Of course you wouldn’t have known since there was only two survivors, but the more important fact was that they were both dead.

But no, not you. You wouldn’t end up the same like them.

You continued speed walking around the place to conserve your energy, feeling suspicious due to the lack of monsters. Sure, the normal person who would get dragged into the backrooms would feel very happy and relieved unlike you, but the very fact that entity’s weren’t breathing down your neck made every hair on your body stand on end with unease.

In such a hostile space, the absence of enemies usually only meant one thing. That they were planning an ambush. Now you didn’t know if they were smart enough to make a cohesive plan like that, but you didn’t doubt their strong will. After all, as soon as you entered their space, you were chased down by The Bacteria like you were a lottery ticket with winning numbers blowing in the breeze.

With a sigh you brush a stray hair back behind your ear and try to calm your mind. There was nothing you could do about it now, and you had to make the best of the situation while you still could. After all, you don’t know how long you had been in this maze. Days? Months? Years? You did know though that you couldn’t stay for long. The sparse amounts of food and water located around this space wouldn’t stay constant forever, so you preferred to escape sooner rather than later.

You continued to walk along a wall you’ve been following, sliding your hand along the long tan wall, desperate for some texture to keep you mentally grounded. It had been a cycle of walking ever since you started what was pretty much a prison sentence here. You continued walking, listening to the silence surrounding you until you stopped in shock.

The wall you were walking along dipped to make a square indent, but it wasn’t the indent that made you barely believe your eyes. It was that a firm steel door was in the wall, with  green exit sign and a man running through some kind of door. Your heart raced, power surging through your body signifying your return of strength as you stared at the door in front of you, appearing like a flower that bloomed and revealed all of its petals. Showing its true colors that wasn’t some shade of beige or tan, and is instead gray and green, the most hopeful colors you could see right now.

You pulled your hand off the wall excitedly, rushing to the door like a toddler would into a candy store. The appeal of the freedom was the only thought that was in your head right now, but all of a sudden you’re pushed back by an invisible force. The force was alike when one plays a video game, but can’t go forward because an NPC with an invisible boundary was in the way.

Feeling confused, you sit up and look at the metal door, wondering what happened.

Some kind of thing… possibly an unknown or unregistered entity had spawned in front of the door, blocking your way. It didn’t have any feet but instead was floating a bit above the ground, having an icy cold blue stare. It didn’t have a mouth, but it did have what looked like a translucent light blue sheet draped over it.

Upon meeting its gaze, your eyes widened and your heart rate sped up. What was this? Why did it appear now?!?! Was it going to hurt you?

You stood up, desperate to get to the door behind this unheard of entity. It remained there, staring back at you when you suddenly got an idea. Even though it may not have a mouth, perhaps it was able to communicate with humans like yourself? You had no other option now, so you thought you might as well try.

“I… I need to get to the door behind you,” You stutter at the beginning as its unwavering gaze burned holes into your soul. This creature didn’t seem to blink at all, which only made it more unsettling. “Please?” You finish, hoping it was just waiting for the “magic word” like adults do sometimes.

Yet it didn’t budge or respond in anyway.

Though you didn’t have time to speak before something hooked itself around your waist, causing you to look down. Your blood runs cold as you see the familiar arms from a mutated strain of hay bacillus that the bacteria has. The strange entity was staring at you the whole time, making it perfect for the organism known only to you as “The Bacteria” to sneak up behind you and cling to you tightly.

In a flash you fall on your stomach with a scream as his “hands” move to your feet, dragging you across your floor. You look up and see the entity still looking at you, still not moving. It makes you realize that the two of them were in cahoots, and you can’t help but want to cry as you watch your opportunity for freedom disappearing right in front of your eyes.

You continue screaming and try to kick and struggle but to no avail. He continues dragging you further and further away until the door isn’t in sight anymore, and the creature in front of your only hope eventually disappears. A feeling of despair pools in your chest as you’re forced to watch him take you past pathways you’ve spent hours following, just praying for an exit.

Even though your throat is hoarse from screaming continually, you push out one final scream using the rest of the air in your lungs, parting your lips for a very audible yell that echoes around the place for a bit. 

Yet again it doesn’t work, and it never will. That was the last scream you let out before the darkness captured you again, ensnaring you so tightly that you’ll never leave again. 

Ps: This took so long, sorry for the delay! Starting to run out of ideas, so I’ll probably do a yandere version of every Project Sekai character unless I receive any asks cause y’all eating this yandere stuff up. 😋

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. :)

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.

Reblog your:

“I’m sane, and I simp for _”

I’ll start

ME

who wants a question in their ask box?

-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.

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. 🫡

 -Once you’re gone, you’re lost forever_

       🍮🎀𓈒 ˚ ⋆ chapter one ⋆ ˚ 𓈒🎀🍮

Walks were always an enjoyable thing for me. Not because I learned to love it while walking with my grandma and mom, (ok maybe a tiny bit). But because it gave me an excuse to not be home, and be in the dazzling nature of the woods. So instead of asking the teachers for D-slips, I can walk along a dirt trail as sunlight pours through the leaves.

The birds were chirping in the distance, a sound that I had a habit of hating in the morning. I continued walking until I saw a fallen log on the ground, something I’ve seen a million of times in the forest. But I caught a glimpse of motion in the corner of my right eye and I turned, only to meet the gaze of an old man.

He had a soft smile on his face and was waving at me. He had a beard and was holding a picnic basket in his right hand with a cane in his left hand. His skin was pale, probably because he didn’t get out much. After all, no retirement homes were located near here, making these walks more isolated then this trail already was.

I walked up to him, his gentle eyes blinking slowly as I got closer and closer. He didn’t seem threatening, and if he was, the worst damage he could do at this point was wack me with his cane. And I had almost broken all of my fingers at once before.

“Hello there young man,” The old man greeted me with his sunken smile, putting his arm down when I got close. “Could you spare me a second to share a meal with this old man?”

I figured it couldn’t hurt, he seemed sweet and polite even though he was a stranger. Plus, an old man couldn’t do much malicious things. After all he was too old to do something like lug a body, and he’d already lived out his life.

“Sure, I found an old log, so we can just eat there.” I told him, helping him make his way back down the direction I came from. “Here, right this way.”

Once he sat down on the log, the old man placed his picnic basket on the ground, grabbing the lid and flipping it open. Inside there was three sandwiches, some watermelon, apple slices, and some beef jerky. He grabbed a slice of watermelon and began nibbling on it as I grabbed a sandwich, the lettuce a bright green compared to the shades of grass below it.

Overall, the man and I had a nice conversation, even though he looked as old as oak. The food wasn’t that bad either, and our conversations made me forget about the anxiety I had of how my parents would react when I got home. Just for a little while though.

“You know, you’re a really kind person, but I can see it in your eyes. You’ve been hurt a couple times.” He randomly pointed out as we swatted away at the few bugs around us. “But I’ve got the perfect antidote to cure a heart of stone.” 

He reached into his clothing pocket and pulled out a blue bottle of medicine, containing tiny red pills. With the combinations of colors, they looked purple. But if you squinted hard enough to see past their color facade, you could see what was truly underneath. The color red.

“This stuff can do wonders, take you to nirvana, make you a better man,” The man said, his smile turning into a grin. He packed up his picnic basket and started walking off, but before he did he turned around and told me something.

“One to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain. Three to clear your mind, forget all the hate. Take as I advised, not more than prescribed. Several weeks ahead, you'll be fine again.” And that was his last words until he turned around and continued walking away, eventually going out of sight.

After that I went home feeling confused. Sure, the words that he had repeated were stuck in my head, but that didn’t explain much. What were these pills made out of? Why did he have these? Who was that man? And the more deadlier question…. what would happen if I overdosed?

I swung the front door open then proceeded to head to my room which was on the second floor. It was a modest room, containing nothing much past a bed and a white desk, except a few trinkets and odds and ends from friends.

I put the bottle on the smooth surface of my desk, glad to be in an isolated room away from my family. I flopped onto my bed, wishing I had some new manga to read as I stared at the ceiling. Walls of just straight words wasn’t something for me, especially since I was one of those learners better with pictures. Whatever those are called.

I also hated being alone with my own thoughts, which caused my thoughts to drift around different topics in my head until it landed on one. The medicine, if you could even call it that and not “creepy drugs and old man gave me.” I sat up on my bed, unable to detour my thoughts away from it since my curiosity had apparently been gnawing at me the whole time. I swung my feet off the bed, the carpeted floor brushing up against the bottom of my foot as I stood up fully, walking over to my desk before I plopped onto my desk chair.

I grabbed the bottle with my right hand, using my thumb to easily flick the lid open. It fit into the palm of my hand easily, like it was made for me. I raised it to my lip, only having one thought in that moment, “what do I have to lose?” Before I poured a few into my mouth, swallowing them easily even though I didn’t have water.

I closed the cap and put it back on the sturdy table before I leaned back on my chair. It felt as if I was touching the clouds, feeling their airy softness against my skin as they brushed by me. I felt like I was bathing in the sky, the pure blue becoming blankets that enveloped me, folding over and over again. My eyes started to close as I drifted off to sleep, my heart feeling at peace. Yet before I fell asleep I felt an odd sensation. One akin to riding on a magic broom - or a carpet ride that was taking me to somewhere unknown.

(Story inspired by six pills and demon mode)