Continuing This Cause I Missed Yesterday

“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.”

Yan! Harold (Music man) Head cannons

Yan! Harold who originally came to Iowa to scam the people out of their money. After all, what was he supposed to do if he didn’t have a hand in someone’s wallet?

Yan! Harold who only start chasing after Marian so he could have a fling before he left. He didn’t intend to stay until his facade eventually was chipped away and his real feelings got mixed in to the matter and he ended up starting to actually fall in love with Marian, along with her falling in love with him.

Well… that was until he saw you.

There you were, sitting behind him on a seat without a care in the world. He hadn’t talked to you before, you were just sitting there, oblivious to what was happening. But just you… your aura, it unraveled everything he stood for.

Yan! Harold who after he was freed from being proved innocent much to mayor Shinns anger, started acting “weird”. He just couldn’t get you out of his head! Who could blame him though? After such a pure angel descended behind him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your scent… your aura… everything! You could easily walk past him and not even look at him but cause him to be starstruck easily. And probably kiss the ground you walked on to! After all what could be more holy than the ground his soon to be beloved walked on?

Yan! Harold who loses feelings for Marian almost instantly upon one glance on your face. She tries to knock on the door of the house he rented out, and even bring a freshly-baked homemade apple pie to give to him. Yet he doesn’t answer, and instead cuts off ties with her completely. He’s too busy hunting down information about you to be bothered with external annoyances people!

Yan! Harold who, when he finally leaves his house, is a completely different person. His eyes are now sporting clear eye bags under his eyelids, and his hair is now messy strands that Marian could’ve possibly played with in the future until he met you. YOU YOU YOU ALL HE CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOU~ <333333

Yan! Harold who immediately starts heading to the place where you work at like it was on his bucket list for his whole life. He can’t waste any time to see that glorious face again, even though people are shooting him weird glares. Sure, he knows he doesn’t look the same as before, and that his reputation probably needs to be mended a bit now, but that doesn’t matter, and it’s not like he cares anyway! As he gets closer to where you work, his heart can’t help race as his pale cheeks dust with blush. Would you smile at him? Maybe ask him if he was alright since you haven’t seen him? Oh how his heart flutters at the thought! Have you been thinking about him about him as much as he has been thinking about you? Because he can’t keep his mind off of you no matter how hard he tries.

Yan! Harold who now has a slew of photos from when he first visited you, and oh how kind you were! You also happened to work at the library just like Marian, but you were much more… pleasant. Instead of a cold demeanor like the manager you worked under, you had a warm aura, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. 

You smiled at him, and asked him how you could help him and oh god he just wanted to kiss you right there. Those perfect lips were another thing that could keep him up at night, wondering how they’d taste. 

He couldn’t help but stutter in your presence, after all you were an angel near him! One who’s committed many sins and scammed many! God must have really smiled upon him to ignore all of his sins and send someone holy to live the rest of his days with him! But it’s ok! He’ll restart over with you in his arms, and everything will be ok.

Yan! Harold who starts leaving little “gift bags” at your desk either before you check in or when you’re away and before you check out. The gifts normally contain candy and a bit of money, wrapped up in decorative wrapping paper closed with a nice silk bow. Sure, some people may be hesitant to give other people money as a gift, but he doesn’t care! He was saving money for a train ticket out of here, but now that he’s here to stay, he doesn’t need such an excess amount anymore! Sure his pockets may not be deep, but he’s willing to take up any job and amount of shifts to buy you whatever you want!

Yan! Harold who gets frustrated after a while when your guys relationship isn’t progressing as fast as he wants it too. Is it because he doesn’t look like the rest of the River City citizens? He can fix that! He’ll change anything… anything for you.

It shouldn’t be too surprising that one day you wake up in a room that looks like a basement recently turned into a bedroom. Pillows and blankets are neatly organized around you as you remain bound to the wooden chair. 

Inspecting your surroundings more, you notice that your favorite scent is being emitted from a diffuser nearby, making it clear that whoever kidnapped you had been stalking you for a while. 

You try to tighten the muscles in your wrist and jerk your hands forward in an attempt to free yourself, but you remain bound to the chair. With a… strange weight… around your foot?

You look down only to notice your most frequent customer, or Harold, curled around your foot, causing you to jump back a bit into your seat in surprise. However your action wasn’t without consequence, with the consequence being that you awoke a Harold, his face instantly breaking into a smile when his eyes meet yours. 

“Don’t worry love we’ll be together now!”

He says happily as he cups your face in his hands, chatting as casually as one might would in a normal conversation outside a coffee shop.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you before angel… but I did and now I know everything about you! What you like… what you hate… everything so now I can be your perfect boyfriend!”

He cuddles into you as if this situation was a normal one.

“Now you can be in my arms, and you’ll never leave me~.”

-Once you’re gone you’re lost forever_

             ꒰ఎ‿୨chapter★four‿ ໒꒱

It was clear that someone had lived here before, even though none of the light fixtures were on and it was all lit by natural lighting. Pictures were hung on the back wall shortly above the stairs leading to the second floor or as some would call, “the first floor” for whatever reason. You could clearly see three bodies posing for a photo along the bottom of the pictures, but where the heads were had been faded out by the sun. If it was a family photo, an ounce of those happy memories had been lost to time.

I coughed a bit due to the dust in the air. Seriously when was the last time the old man had cleaned this place?

Ignoring the kitchen and library attached to the living room I had just entered in, I went straight up stairs.  Man and medicine. Man and medicine. The alliteration chanted in my head, my determination causing it to take root brain, continuing to annoy me. But who knows, I had a serious money making opportunity if I turned this into a song for…. I don’t really know who actually.

The steps creaked as I walked up them, as if they were screaming in pain, though I didn’t care at all. I know, call me a madman. Hurting stairs.

When I reached the second floor I shook my head from side to side, my left hand against the wall. What was going on with me? My thoughts usually weren’t like this. And I felt so sleepy too… I shook my head again. No, this wasn’t the time. MEDICINE MEDICINE MEDICINE. The thoughts ravaged my head as I took my hand off the wall and continued walking, passing the window I had looked up at earlier before.

To the right of the window, there was only one door, revealing the old man’s location. After all I hadn’t heard any movement downstairs, and while I was outside I didn’t see him pass by the window again. I couldn’t help but smile with the knowledge that I had found him. 

This was it, time for my medicine. I thought, gripping the door handle before I turned it and pushed the door forwards, allowing me entry to the room.

When I stepped through the doorway, my eyes instantly darted around for the old man. This room happened to be another study, but it was littered with papers and not a trace of the old man. 

I stepped through the doorway and picked up one of the papers on the floor, bringing it close to my face to read it. As the sun continued to stream through the only windows in the room that was to the left of the doorway, I studied the printer ink on the paper, detailing about some sort of… medical tests?

I wasn’t a doctor or anything, but I ended up picking up paper after paper after paper that was scattered on the floor, eventually scraping together that it was about… my medicine. After all, what was small, red, and… filled with nicotine and Fentanyl?

As I held the rough piece of parchment, I nervously shuffled my feet around on the wooden floorboards. Ever since I started taking those small red pills the old man had gave me, I have noticed that I have excess amount of energy, which usually leads to me fidgeting around with my body like my life depends on it.

Though before I could put the paper down in a place nearby, my left foot got caught in a crevice on the floor, distributing my wait unevenly and causing me to fall backwards with a yelp. Seriously what was the deal with me and tripping today?

The wood hit my back and knocked the wind out of me faster than it hit my head and caused pain to sear through it. Feeling hopeless about finding the old man, I let myself lay there, my head rolling back as I let go of my control over my muscles. As I inhaled and exhaled the stuffy air, I let my eyes wander around, wondering what had happened to the old man.

But thats when I saw it.

My eyes eventually looked into the glass of the window behind me, noticing how the sun had definitely moved a few inches down since the last time I looked at it. My parents were surely awake by now and I… I DIDN’T HAVE MY MEDICINE!

I sat up suddenly, stumbling to my feet. Instantly I started grabbing every single page off the ground, studying them for hopefully a location, or even a clue to where he may be. My eyes rapidly ran over every page as I picked it up or put it down, seeing only the same contents as I had on every other page. Medical tests, medical tests medical tests medical tests medical tests medical tests!

At this point I didn’t care if I got paper cuts anymore, as papers were in the air all around me, making me feel trapped. At this point it felt as if I had paced circles around the room, doomed to befall the same insanity again.

Not here not here not here not here not here not here not here not here!

My parents were surely looking for me now, and that didn’t help my racing heart at all. In fact, by now my throat was tightening up, and somehow I was filled with even more energy, making me feel like I was a caveman who had just ate a mountain of sugar.

Eventually I tossed another sheet of paper down with an angry scoff. Dang it! Anger flared up inside of me alongside the fear that was already there. I stomped my foot before I left the room and headed down the stairs with the energy in my legs bursting to get out. 

When I hit the first floor my brain raced with ideas. I’d already increased my dose to be taking five at a time, surely six couldn’t be worse?

When I opened the door and my foot hit the grass, my mind was settled. I’ll start taking six at a time. I told myself, each step taking me farther and farther away from what I originally thought was the old man’s residence. After all, that was the best way to safely make the pills last longer, right?

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. 🫡

not dead, just last weekend did a huge double show and have been staying up late for self care. So have an image :)

I noticed by art skill had been falling a bit so I tried drawing a cover of one of the books I had. I’m not sure if I’ll color it yet tbh.

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.

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!)

Good morning everyone! It’s time for your favorite pastime on my blog. The anime challenge! Let’s get started >:)

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Today’s question is who I think the best anime villain. 

Well those who have seen that I’m a fan of Death Note, I bet you might be able to predict who I guess. Though I guess mentioning the title of anime I’m gonna pick from gives it away, huh? 

Yes, thats right if you guessed Light Yagami the college murderer, you’re correct! (And also probably correct if you think that Light wants my hide for calling him a murderer lol.) 

He is who I believe the one and only villain in Death Note, and I will debate with you over this if needed. Yet that isn’t why we’re here, you’re here for my disjointed thoughts due to staying up at 10pm+ every night (which I apologize for.)

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Why I like him:

It’s cool to see his character development, but one of the biggest reasons why I love this potato-chip-eating-bean is his looks. Yes, I admit I’m a simp for Light Yagami. 

He’s probably the smartest villain I’ve ever seen in ANY show for that matter, not just anime. If you want to bring up Yuno Gosai I will say that I haven’t seen all of Future Diary yet so I still stand with my choice. 

Light Yagami is so smart that he was definitely a contributor to the fact that after I read several pages of the manga, my brain shorted out after trying to make sense of all their logic.

He also is kind when not under the influence of the notebook, even though we rarely see moments like those.

Even though he gets deranged when he gets the notebook, his planning skills and how he keeps an act is amazing. He gets away with it for several years, and  even had the smart idea of hiding a small piece of paper in his watch. 

Also, his voice and the laugh at the end are amazing. He sounds so good!

Personally I wanted him to win because he always spiced things up and I simp for him, but when you love Near too you have an internal conflict lol.

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 :’)

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.