Villain! Yui Headcanons

My brain go silly haha so have this thing it thought of while I was eating McDonald’s

Light Yagami: So like I said, that means the Death note can’t make a Death that physically can’t happen, happen.

Ryuk: Ok, so?

Light Yagami: *Evil smile* So it’s time to get experimenting.

Also Light Yagami: *Begins to write as fast as possible.* ‘Insert name’ dies from sharpening a French fry to a sharp point out of there McDonald’s bag and then stabbing it through their eye.

Ryuk: What are you writing there Light?

Light Yagami: You’ll see.

Some Rando: *Dies*

Light Yagami: *eyes widen in surprise: So it CAN be done!

And then likely proceed with a bunch of weird deaths cause this is the only way Light may make it into the Guinness World Record Book.

-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?

Time for 13 and 14! The saddest anime scene and an anime character similar to me. Man if Matpat leaving YouTube was anime, I’d put that down in a heartbeat.

Even though 13 is first, I thought of 14 first. An anime character I’m like the most. And out of every boy and girl I’ve watched cross across my screen, I’ve only been able to find I really can connect to. Asahina Mafuyuu.

She puts up a front to please her parents, even if isn’t something what she wants. She chips away at her own originality just to be someone others can be proud of and admire. She’s definitely depressed and how she’s acting for others certainly doesn’t help. Especially since she has to hide her passion of music and when it’s found in one of my favorite Project Sekai stories, Immerscible Discord, you can see how she wants to fights hard to keep it, but can’t for the facade she’s putting up. She prioritizes others in front of her, even if that means changing herself. And I do the exact same thing, alongside clinging to music as my lifeline just like her.

And for the saddest scene? Well I can’t remember a lot, but maybe the end scene where Light Yagami dies. It’s sad to me because I simp for him, which is pretty much the only reason I wanted him to win. He put so much effort forth and even though I don’t support his means, he made the story really suspenseful and fun. It was sad to see him go, but I didn’t want to add Near to one of my favorite characters that he killed, especially since the whole task force was likely next, and I didn’t want Matsuda to die either.

:/ (Me who has no idea what this means lmao)

question 12 time!

Hi im sorry I won’t make up for the whole time missed cause that would be too much, but I’m back and I’ll try to post decently.

Today’s question is what I’m favorite slice of life anime is. I don’t end up watching a lot of slice of life anime, but out of every anime I’ve watched, it probably is Love Is War!.

I considered putting future diary down, but I haven’t gotten as deep into it as LIV, so I didn’t put it down. It’s really funny to see Kaguya and the blonde boy (I haven’t watched it in a while) trying to be smarter than one another in Love Is War. There shenanigans are very funny, and it’s formulated a bit like Komi Can’t Communicate where it’s made out of skits.

I’m also a Fruit Basket fan but I can’t really remember it but I definitely recommend it as another slice of life anime! :D

HELP @yandere-writer-momo WE ARE WATCHING TANGLED AND I CAN’T HELP BUT BE REMINDED OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS BY YOU. I’m dying XD. Ps: ITS A SING-A-LONG I’m dying lol.

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.

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.

Made another one for my friend! Putting this character in blank Sekai means there’s not a lot to take up the space so I tried my best, buy blank is literally in the name. I tried my best and it ended up taking shorter than I thought which made me very happy. Even though I’m not 100% happy with how it came out due to how I drew it, it ended up pretty good for the first time trying out new things!

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.