The Midnight Milkshake is a purple, sweet tasting drink that some students say remind them of drinking chocolate milk in grade school. The whipped cream on top has just a hint of salt in it to give it a salty sweet flavor.
It’s full of caffeine and something that compels students to study more…effects typically wear off a day after drinking but it can depend on how much of The Midnight Milkshake was consumed. A few students who ordered more than one stayed up the whole night to study and improve their grades after drinking but went back to normal after a few days.
Chaotic Maid Cafe - Fan event hosted by @dgiterart
—Sorry Noa 😞, I’m busy with another project and will stop this update temporarily—
“Welcome to Chaotic Maid Cafe.
Today’s special is despair, lightly sweetened with hope.
Would you prefer your tea hot… or emotionally scalding?”
Then adds, in perfect deadpan:
“Tips are mandatory. So is introspection.”
use the tags if you are interested in knowing more about them, thank you.
btw can you find all the Easter eggs?
and the Groovy.
Yes, he has his hair up in the Groovy.
Trivia: He once found a strand of hair in a cake he ate, and since then he is extremely peculiar when working in the kitchen, always hav e his hair tied up no matter what.He don’t want anyone experiencing the dread of slowly realizing the food you’re currently chewing on have a strand of hair mixed in.
Information about Signature items below 👇
Will include Name, description, side effect and a comment or two from Noa.
Special drink: “Five shots of existential dread”
—Just really strong coffee, the kind that stares back at you and make you see time itself.
—Because sleep is temporary, but self-awareness is eternal.
—If you want to speedrun a heart attack, this is for you.
“It’s called Five Shots of Existential Dread because ‘Therapy in Liquid Form’ didn’t pass the health inspection.”-Noa
🖤 🔪Description:
Five espresso shots.
No sugar. No mercy.
Each one represents a stage of mental deterioration:
Philosophical Crisis – “Do I drink the coffee, or does the coffee drink me?”
Numb Transcendence – “…”
All topped with a delicate swirl of coffee cream and a sprinkle of edible gold dust—because even despair deserves presentation.
Served in a transparent glass so customers can see their sanity evaporate layer by layer.
The smell alone can awaken suppressed memories.
It’s less a drink, more a religious experience sponsored by caffeine.
Side Effects Include:
Temporary enlightenment
Heart palpitations
Spontaneous poetry recitals
The sudden urge to fix your life
0% sleep for 48 hours
Crying in three languages
“It’s for those who want to feel their soul leave their body at a manageable pace.”
“It pairs well with the Love Pancake. Together, they form a balanced emotional breakdown.”
“Would you like an extra shot for spiritual clarity?”
Special dish: “Love pancake”
—Sweet enough to drown your sadness… and your pancreas.
—Taste like diabetes and false hope.
“Observation: The human psyche can only withstand so much sweetness before it collapses into madness.
I may have, inadvertently, discovered edible therapy.
Or edible trauma.
The line between the two is alarmingly thin.”-Noa
🍓✨ Description:
A towering five-layer pancake monstrosity, stacked so high it threatens structural integrity and your dental health.
Each layer is a different flavor and emotional trauma:
Vanilla Regret – too soft, too sweet, like promises that were never kept.
Strawberry Euphoria – bright pink, filled with crushed candy hearts and poor decisions.
Caramelized Burnout – slightly burnt on purpose. A metaphor for life.
Blueberry Melancholy – pretty on the outside, mildly sour underneath.
Chocolate Despair – dark, rich, and way too much. Like overthinking at 3AM.
Then comes the toppings:
A tsunami of syrup, a mountain of whipped cream, sprinkles that could cause visual hallucinations, and a single strawberry on top—the only thing holding your will to live together.
The dish sparkles under café lighting like it’s threatening you.
Even the rats refused to taste-test this one.
Side Effects Include:
A rush of pure serotonin followed by instant regret.
You can taste colors. You can hear the sprinkles.
Intense craving to hug someone. Or punch a wall.
A fleeting but powerful sense that “everything’s going to be okay”……followed by the realization that it absolutely is not.
Adrenaline + sugar combo leads to hallucinogenic optimism.
Some students report seeing their childhood imaginary friends.
One student heard the pancakes whisper, “You’ll never be free.”
“This dish represents the fleeting nature of joy.
It’s sweet, overwhelming, and fundamentally unsustainable.
But for a brief, shining moment—you’ll feel something again.”
-Aftermath-
At the end of the event, Noa collapses on the kitchen floor, face-down, mumbling,
“I think my soul left my body somewhere between the fifth pancake and the seventh emotional crisis.”
For anyone who ask why I didn’t draw in Twisted Wonderland artstyle….
What’s funny is the idea of “acting the complete opposite of their normal personality” would be kind of silly for Diana because she does that all the time? Like she acts sweet constantly while actually being so antisocial on the inside 😭.
So I thought it would be funny if, since everyone else thinks her being sweet is her normal personality, she just puts experimental crap in people’s foods and says it’s for the bit. She’s practically waiting for some guy to piss her off so she has an excuse to put something in his drink like a potion, or a mushroom or something she just wants to see the effects of. (After they pay her of course)
She MADE The Midnight Milkshake like as a potion. It’s Moonshards, Caffeine, chocolate Milk and…something she calls “A new Invention”?
“This one is new invention! Please, tell me how it…tastes…”
okay so I tried shading for once! Might do a groovy or something or another short story. We’ll see!
Here Diana is setting the table to surprise Ace and Deuce. She’s serving Mijo’s Beef Curry and Rice along with the Midnight Milkshake!
Which is interesting because it wasn’t listed on the menu🤔
Anyway, don’t be fooled; she’s not doing this out of the goodness of her heart. I think I mentioned in another post, Diana’s whole personality is already a sham so she’s acting a little more? In character than usual. Not too much though, she still wants money that comes from her “cute and innocent” act.
Right now she gets to let loose and relax a little while making some cash (and experimenting).
She and Mijo will have a new Kitchen in no time!
But seriously, one day I’m gonna redraw this with more skills in perspective and value when I’m a better artist.
Mijo and Diana stared at the scorched stove, oven and sink of their already old and rickety living space. And it was also, apparently, in light of Grim’s attempt at cooking by himself, quite flammable.
“I’m gonna chew out that oversized rat, but this is your fault, too,” Mijo said, not even looking Diana in the eye.
“How exactly? I wasn’t even here.”
“Uh yeah ain’t you all about responsibility and whatnot? You shoulda been watching him. Now our damn kitchen is charcoal.” Mijo got back to the dorm late. As usual she got into a fight but this one didn’t manage to improve her mood. Now, she was hungry, tired and about to take it out on Grim.
“Wasn’t it your turn to- never mind. We can’t make anything here so…guess we’ll be getting takeout for a while.”
Mijo scoffed. “How long is a while?”
“Well, going by the Headmage’s monthly allowance, and the damages…this could be…well, a couple of months.”
“Not so my dear students!” From out of nowhere, Dire Crowley appeared in their home with opened arms and a wide grin, making the two girls jump.
“Holy- how did you get IN here?!” Mijo snapped.
“If funds are what you’re seeking, you needn’t look far. Shall I offer you a solution?” His smiling was starting to annoy them.
“What is it you want, Headmage?” Diana asked.
“So glad you asked! I was hoping my most dedicated problem solvers would be willing to take part in our latest fundraiser!” Mijo and Diana exchanged a look. Diana cleared her throat and politely asked,
“And what would that be?”
“Maid and butler cafes! Every dorm is hosting one and-“
“HELL NO! IM NOT EMBARRASSING MYSELF BY DRESSING UP IN THAT FRILLY CRAP AND ACTING ALL POLITE!” Mijo was immediately flustered by the idea and pointed her finger in frustration. Diana sighed.
“Stop yelling, it’s unbecoming! Not to mention unnecessary…though, I have to admit I don’t think I want to either…”
“Now, I can’t have any of my students refusing to participate. I’m offering you a good deal. Help out with fundraising and you could earn tips as servers and cooks if you wished, possibly enough to pay for that recently destroyed kitchen appliances!”
“Hmm…” Diana pondered. She wasn’t sure if the money earned would even be worth it. The dorm was old, sure but this was a whole oven and stove we were talking about.
“Oh dear, perhaps I forgot to clarify,” The Headmage began, chuckling. “I never said you had to be polite.” The two looked up, sure they’d heard him wrong. “Yes, generally speaking, being polite is not a requirement.” Diana recognized the smile of mock innocence but was still intrigued by his words. He was most certainly hiding something so he convince them, but that part didn’t matter to her. It did matter to Mijo.
“Hmm... Still, I don’t wanna wear that girly outfit and talk to customers. People are annoying!”
“There she goes again, raising her voice when we’re all right here.” Diana interjected, “Also, will this really be enough money for our kitchen?”
Crowley put his finger to his chin as if to ponder on it.
“Well, if you somehow, in an unlikely turn of events don’t have enough customers, I COULD assist in the payments as compensation for your participation!” Diana could tell this deal was sketchy, but the important part was getting their kitchen fixed.
“Mijo! What if you worked in the kitchen? You’re great at cooking AND you won’t have to talk to anyone!” She said, grinning excitedly.
“Huh? I don’t know if I-“
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of getting the orders to you, you just have to make awesome food as usual! And in return,” she faced the Headmage with an eager, innocent smile, “you’ll replace our whole kitchen, and we can eat breakfast and lunch and dinner again, right?” The Headmage continued to grin.
“But of course! That’s just how generous I am!”
“I’m in!” Diana said, gleaming.
“Fine. Long as nobody bothers me.”
“Excellent! I’ll register you both right now!” Before he left, Diana tugged at his coat. “Hm?”
“Don’t forget to register Grim too.” She said, causing Mijo to snicker.
“Oh yeah, that furball oughtta pitch in to get us out of the mess he made.”
“Consider it done! See you all very soon!”
The Headmage left, leaving the two with a big promise, and an even bigger job to do. Though they didn’t realize it yet.
