Sorry It Took So Long To Ask I’ve Been Really Busy With School And Sports.

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

-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.

 -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)

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.

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.”

”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!

This post got another note so you know the drill!

”Well maybe if you had accepted my confession, all of these people wouldn’t have had to die.”

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.

@zzzenmui what art supplies do you use?

I want to smile at these days, because surely it’s meaningless here anyway