Posting A Yandere Quote Because This Post Got A Note. Actually My Own Idea I Thought Of Today! ^^

Introduction to “The Entity Of The Sketchbooks”, project TEOS

Konj is someone you haven’t met, yet are very familiar with. He only exists in notebooks with a profuse amount of pages meant for creative purposes, or to put it simply, Konj only exists in sketchbooks.

It is very hard to describe Konj, or “the entity of the sketchbooks”, because he doesn’t have a physical form. Instead, he possesses one singular notebook at a time because that’s the extent of his power. No one knows why he can’t possess anything else, and it is still undergoing research by doctor ReMoVeD.

The entity doesn't seem to display any hostile intentions, and from the data that our team has gathered from the subject, we’ve been able to put together a synopsis of the one known to the world as Konj.

He is only able to control one character at once. 

You see, Konj doesn't control the notebooks itself, he controls the pages by living in them. We’ve found that he sort of… “lives”through the characters you draw. He inhabits them, breathing through their nose and looking through their eyes. He may switch to a different character if he doesn't like the ones near him, displaying that this entity does seem to have somewhat of an opinion.

As he inhabits the character, the sensations he feels from them are realistic. He feels the material of the clothes you drew, brushing against his skin. Through his drawn nose, Konj inhales and exhales handfuls of oxygen, the air tickling his nostrils. And through his ears, he hears every tap or scratch you make on the page around him, traveling through his external auditory canal before the sound is eventually registered in his brain.

He takes on the characteristics of whatever you’ve drawn, but is unable to enact bodily functions through parts you haven’t drawn yet. When he does blink through the characters eyes, you won’t be able to see your possessed drawing move from just looking at the paper, as seen from our experiment 3496. Instead, you would need a microscope to zoom in on parts of his body and see the small atoms move through him controlling his body

2. His life force is unknown 

All humans live off from the blood pumped from our heart, which is one of our most important muscular organs. Though it wouldn’t be able to survive without the oxygen supplied to it from parts of our respiratory system like our nostrils and mouth.

However after test 8924, our team of scientists found that not only does Konj not have a heart, but he can live without breathing. This was found when scientist ReMoVeD drew a humanoid shape on the first page of a sketchbook without facial features. Due to the amount of atoms and offset of particles, we found that he was still maintaining a healthy vitality, and thus recorded that the experiment was a success.

Humanity might not ever know how Konj is able to live, as we haven’t been able to find a way to establish contact with him. There of course have been many hypotheses from our team about how this unique individual may be able to exist, such as the guess that his life force is based off of the pencil lead itself, but we have not yet been able to confirm that that is true, as we haven’t seen any degrading of the pencil lead, which might be a sign that he’s feeding off of it.

3. His powers do have a limit.

Even though he is able to jump to multiple sketchbooks, he can’t access them if they’re out of his range. (50m.) This prevents him from moving around, or leaving the current notebook he’s in, forcing him to stay in one place.

Because of this, we were able to set containment procedures. He is bound to a 5 by 6 inch sketchbook made out of clear pages, stowed away in a pristine white cabinet. No paper is allowed to be within 50m of him, for fear of him escaping out of containment. And finally, everyone who touches the notebook containing Konj must wear gloves, since any damage to the sketchbook slowly erodes the contained entity.

We have no reason to destroy Konj yet, as he hasn’t shown any hints of malice. We don’t want to allow him out into the world, for fear of Konj gaining a will to carry out unlawful and hurtful acts. He has shown that he is able to gain an interest in humans however, jumping from paper to paper just to watch the certain individual. With this ability we are afraid that Konj could have a chance of ending up in the wrong hands and being used to spy on others. We have a firm belief that no one could establish contact with him before using all of this information that is classified, but we are a team of scientists that would rather be “safe than sorry.”

4. He does have a gender.

Despite taking on several characters of varying gender, Konj’s fixed gender is male. This fact has caused him to prefer taking control of male sketched characters, and pretty much only possessing females if it’s necessary. This fact was found out by ReMoVeD, after they discovered that he has less than twice of X-chromosomelinked genes that females have.

The amount of data we got from its DNA was limited, not allowing us to fully explore its genetic code. To acquire this, we had to rip off a piece of paper that Konj was possessing, and put it through our high-tech DNA processor. Though we couldn’t get a lot of information due to Konj quickly moving to another page, causing his DNA to leave the page in the processor. For that reason we have a very meager amount of knowledge about his genetics, but the pieces of info we have is still very valuable to our research.

We cannot find the parents of Konj, but our hypothesis is that he does have some, since one’s gender is decided at birth by the amount of chromosomes that the male parent contributes. Still, without confirmation that Konj has parents, whether alive or dead, we cannot gain more information about his origin, thus leaving more information enshrouded in the shadow of Konjs mystery. One can only hope that soon we can understand more about this unique creature.

(Leaked classified information from the website www.guardianarchive290/Uwest.com)

A/N= 

This is sort of an SCP Oc. Due to the amount of work I put in it and the time it took, you aren’t allowed to use this Oc in anyway without my permission. Failure to follow my set rules will result in an immediate block, and this punishment is non-negotiable since you didn’t follow the set rules. Thank you for following these rules, and I hope you have a good day. I may expand on this Oc if asked too, but there is no guarantee that this character is going to resurface in the future if I’m not asked to do more stuff with it.

Ps: If the link works for the website this info was “leaked from” DO NOT CLICK IT. I pressed random words on my key and used suggestions to make it a random website link. If you choose to still click on the link, I can’t guarantee the safety of everything on your device, and will be risking your own digital safety. But if the link doesn’t work than you can just ignore this little tidbit and go about your day.

For every note this gets, I’m going to post some yandere quote thing I’ve somehow scavenged up from the internet.

-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.

This is some fanart I made for my favorite yandere writer, @yandere-writer-momo! She’s great at describing scenes so you can envision them and every time a story of hers end, I’m really upset cause I always want to read more! I don’t think my art does one of my favorite stories of hers, build-a-yandere justice, so I definitely recommend going to read all of her stories and following her!

The artwork is completely mine though, as I busted out some of my own art supplies that’s been buried away in a dark corner. I also used some of my friends markers, which surprised me by not bleeding through the page. You’re NOT allowed to claim this artwork or any other pieces that I’ve made as your own, as my hard work on this piece would be completely overlooked. You can always ask me if it’s ok to use my artwork and then, IF I GIVE PERMISSION, it’s allowed. Thank you for respecting my rules about my artwork.

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. 🫡

Dear @aniverse-x

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love, your favorite Mizook cookie

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

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

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

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“I’m sane, and I simp for _”

I’ll start

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.

“Why don’t I confess my love to my darling? Well, it’s because the high I get from being near them! The smallest whiff of their scent when they have to bend down and tie their shoes near me, that gorgeous smile they flash me once I’m in their eyesight, and even a hug from them is enough to send me on cloud nine!~ And… if I confessed to them? They might run away and leave me once they’ve discovered how many I’ve killed for them in the name of love, and that would just make things more complicated for me. Of course I’d stalk them down before kidnapping them and tying them up in my basement, but that would only make it harder for them to accept my love, wouldn’t it? So for now I’ll just open up to them slowly until I can have them in my arms all for myself~.”

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 :’)