#notebook object mayhem

[gameboy-berry]

A Spiral of Notebooks

AKA least chaotic book crossover.

[utopianparody]

havent made object mayhem fanart in a good while now

(yes i drew them based on 2000s scene drawings)

[trashy-roadkill]

Missed a ton of objectober stuff so I mixed two into one for both drawings!

Days 19-22: books,gift, relationship, and birds

Notebook got a nice gift from one of his coworkers.. how sweet of them..

Firework maybe a mischievous critter but she's happy to take Spirit box on a flight with the birds!

[poppyseedsphone]

I love Object Mayhem. I watched it as a kid and it was the first show I rewatched when I got back into object shows around 2016. I hope to draw fan art sometime but for now I’ll just say random things cuz it’s one of my fave shows!!!

- I don’t care about the reboots I’m sorry. I DO like that the new characters they added were somewhat pre-existing characters tho.

- I miss when they would do the silly faces with the eyes

- Mailbox and Toast were the GOATs and it’s ASTOUNDING that they were the two most voted and only had a one vote difference. L Object Mayhem Voters.

- My other faves were Jigsaw, Ice Cream, Cupcake, Burrito, Notebook, and of course Gun

- Tune is overrated I’m sorry. I don’t hate him. But the fact that 90% of mentions of the show is Tune is just ridiculous. All he did was have a cool voice 😭 nah cuz I think he was an alright character just not in my faves. Headphones was the one good thing, him mind controlling Tune was cool and the fact that he was just being unnecessarily evil made it funnier, especially when he won the “best behaved on the field trip” challenge.

- Mailbox and Calculator were 100% gay. The bias Calculator had towards Mailbox was INSANE. Also, Mailbox appearing is one of my favorite scenes it’s just so funny. My sister says Calculator just imagined his dream guy and that’s how Mailbox appeared.

- I miss Toast and Ice Cream’s awful friendship. Toast you will always be the best annoying character

- Jiiiigsaaawww. I know why no one liiikes youuu. It’s because you smell like brussel sproutsss

[mrhyde-mrseek]

SCIENCE MOST SINISTER - EPILOGUE & ANNOUNCEMENT

It was the beginning of December, and a freezing rain pelted the streets. Londoners huddled beneath black umbrellas, or ran for cover under doorways and inside shops. The clouds hovered so thickly in the sky that, were it not for the invention of timepieces, one would find it impossible to know whether it was night or day.

Inside a bar on the corner of the street, however, gas lamps burned brightly. Barmaids passed around drink after drink, and the air was warmed by the laughter of tipsy patrons and the crackling of the small fireplace set into one wall.

In one secluded corner, six men sat huddled around a table. A glass of ale had been placed in front of each of them, but so far not one of them had taken a drink. They were deep in a hushed conversation which none of the surrounding patrons could hear.

“It has to be him,” one of them whispered. “Who else would be causing this much mayhem?”

“I thought you said he was killed by a mob,” another objected.

“Nearly killed; he escaped and was never heard from since. And besides, who else is clever enough to decipher his notebooks?”

“Gentlemen, please.” A third party member gestured for them to lower their voices. “We will figure out the culprit in time. For now, let us continue examining this for any indication as to who they may be.”

He indicated the table; for in the center sat a newspaper, folded open to a recent story branded with the title, Invisible Menace at Large: Constabulary Left Baffled.

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Hello! Author Hyde ‘N’ Seek here! As you have probably figured out from that little epilogue, I’M MAKING A SEQUEL!

It’s going to be titled Science Most Sinister: Volume II, and will be written in the same format of volume I, with each chapter behind called “Part One,” “Part Two,” etc. The difference is that volume II will have a brand new cover, which I shall reveal here:

(It’s so atmospheric. I love Canva so much.)

I don’t want to give away any spoilers, but I will say that you’ll be introduced to a whole new cast of characters (while still keeping the House members, of course)—and volume II will be more Griffin-centered than Gwen-centered, so all of you Invisible Man fans are in for a treat.

I’m not sure when exactly the first part will be published, but it’ll definitely be soon, so until then, keep an eye out, and thank you so much for sticking around with the House members this far!

[3rr0r-202]

Humanized version of notebook from object mayhem!

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notebook moodboard who admired art and crystals for @swushie

[respectthepetty]

The Sun & The Moon

They say as the solar eclipse approaches the curse becomes stronger

A solar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes between the Earth and Sun appearing as if the Moon is covering the Sun obscuring its light and leaving the Earth in darkness. The Moon is usually in the New Moon phrase when this happens.

What if the eclipse isn't the actual astronomical event that will cause chaos, but instead it is what happens when Akk and Ayan begin to orbit each other?

Akk [Big Foot] = Sun

Ayan [Short Stop] = Moon

The school's symbol is the sun

And Akk, the bigger and brighter star, is the president of the Prefects, meaning he is the golden child (sun traits).

While Ayan, the smaller one, is the new student and lurks in the shadows (new moon behavior).

Ayan's hoodie, that he wears over his uniform (shadowing the school's symbol = sun) clearly depicts a solar eclipse transpiring:

The top object is the Sun, the lower object is Earth, and the middle shows the transition of the Moon during the eclipse.

The front of his hoodie reads Solstice

A solstice marks when a hemisphere has the most or the least sunlight of the year but is also when the "sun stands still"

Ayan's notebook depicts the sun as well, but he keeps it hidden.

The music video that accompanies the series is also called..."Over the Moon"

Finally, Akk's pin shows the school's sun symbol in golden lighting,

while Ayan's pendant that he wears on his necklace shows the moon transitioning into the eclipse with blue lighting.

A total eclipse is rare. A solstice solar eclipse is even rarer. An eclipse is also known to cause disorder because it can mess with gravitational pulls, technology, and, of course, the natural order of life because it casts everything in darkness.

Akk's life is good, but the exact second Ayan appears, he is off balance. Each time he encounters Ayan, he freezes; he enters a solstice stage by standing still.

Akk, the Sun, should be able to overpower Ayan, the Moon, easily, but Ayan continues to overshadow Akk at each turn because they are an eclipse, and this disruption of the school's natural order will cause mayhem. The closer they get, the stronger the unrest will become.

They are the curse.

[object-pride-headcanons-blog]

Notebook is a Gay transboy!!

[gameboy-berry]

A new(but old) addition. The book smart pose population is thriving

[objectcrackfessions]

“I want Notebook to keep swearing”

[therivertwygzbed]

Object Mayhem's Tune, Cupcake, and Notebook for anon!

[doodlesnchaos]

Age Gap

Summary: Multiversal Mayhem AU. In which the age ranking between the three is actually found.

TW: Mild alcohol mention, tiny swearing.

Important Note: The law I talk about is something from my state, in which you can drink as a minor under the supervision+privacy of your parent/legal guardians home. I do not encourage illegal underage drinking.

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The feeling of familiarity was somewhat comforting to Anne, yet at the same time it didn’t feel completely right. Of course there were some parallels.

Marcy hung upside-down over the back of the couch, scribbling away within a notebook, as though the position was perfectly natural. The whole upside-down thing seemed to be this Marcy’s thing, Anne had come to hypothesis.

Sasha on the other hand was sitting half cross-legged on the floor, the occasional handled tool between his teeth as he fiddled with a piece of his suit. Anne held back the urge to snicker as she noticed he had the same scowl of annoyance towards an inanimate object.

Beyond that, she was merely trying to put her focus on the television, not as though she heard anything from it. Rather it gave something for her to keep her gaze on as she got lost within her own thoughts. Which in particular, mostly consisted of what was occurring and how to remedy it, second was how was she was going to repair her suit again.

That amongst other things kept her mind occupied, least it did till she felt a lingering gaze on herself. Shaking her head, pulling back into reality, noticing Sasha’s studying expression.

“Do you drink?” came the blunt question after a moment, causing Anne to frown slightly in bewilderment out the fact it came out of nowhere.

It certainly seemed to catch Marcy’s attention, as they lifted themself upright, attempting to balance as they sat.

“Why would you even—she’s seventeen!”

“Eighteen and a half!” Anne correctly semi-defensively, half offended.

“I was just curious.” Sasha retorted, hands raised in partial surrender, abadoning tools in his lap.

Marcy raised a brow, gaze staying on the other. “Are you able to drink then?”

“Mostly yes.”

“How can it be mostly yes?” Anne questioned in confusion.

“Means that I can—with certain legal permission.”

“So you’re a law-breaker.”

“It is not breaking the law when there is a loophole literally stated in the law.”

“Yeah? How old are you.”

“Twenty.”

Anne did a slight doubletake at the answer, pausing to regather herself. “You’re twenty. Seriously?”

The deadpan expression Sasha gave in response gave all the answers she needed.

“How old are you?” Anne questioned Marcy, who seemed to have been just as surprised by an expression at the previous answer.

“Twenty-one.” Marcy answered simply. Anne was once again taken by surprise, contrary to Sasha, who had an offended expression.

“Are you fucking serious.”

“Language.”

“I get nothing in this world.” Sasha went on with a huff, hands tossed into the air as he fell onto his back, causing the other two to snicker, each far too used to the dramaticness.

“No girlfriends, a malfunctioning suit, my favorite restaurant doesn’t even exist here, not even the oldest, I'm the damn middle child.” he went on, one hand in the air as he ticked each thing off with a finger.

“That explains a lot. You’re the reason we have the rules.” Marcy snickered, beyond amused by the situation.

“Sorry Sash’ but Marcy has a point.” Anne added, with a snicker of her own, more than eager to antagonize the other.

The response was the two getting flipped off, causing Marcy to feint offense as Anne giggled, unsurprised.

“You dare insult your elders like that. I’m wounded! Wounded I say!” Marcy declared, holding a hand over her heart.

“Halt deinen mund.” Sasha huffed, unmoving from his starfished position.

Anne snickered as Marcy held an amused look still. These two were definitely going to keep her on her toes.

[cavalierious-whim]

Kaedehara Kazuha writes poetry and comes to terms with the fact that he's in love.

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Kazuha came home and I love him. Read here on AO3 for better quality, and follow me here on Twitter!

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When was the last time he felt the rain upon his face, wondered Kazuha.

“When I allowed myself to,” he said to himself, leaning low over the woodpile as he struck a match over his flint. The sparks were welcome warmth, just like the fire that brewed slowly. Kazuha closed his eyes as he listened to the crackling of leaves, the dry kindling he’d set together.

“Sun-tipped red leaves.” A low murmur as he reached out to hold his fingers near the flames. Basking in the warm glow. It was chilly that night, the dark cover of the stars bringing the cold with it. Liyue was often unpredictable in its climate, much like Inuzama. Sometimes cold, sometimes hot. Always the undercurrent of rain on the wind, humidity settling deep into his bones.

“Burning fire in my soul,” he continued, sighing softly as he watched the orange glow of his campfire. A tired moment after a long day of wandering. Soon he would find his way back to the fleet, but until then, he would enjoy the quiet.

The calm before the storm, as he often said, the wind settling across the vast horizon. The smell of the grass comforted him, but there was rain on the way. In a day or so.

Much like the wind he coveted so much, Kaedehara Kazuha had traveled the world. Floated through time and space, like a soft and subtle breeze as he observed all those around him. It was enjoyable, of course. A young master with a name to claim, he always craved freedom more than the bounty of his family’s wealth.

But, the more that he traveled, the more he longed to settle down. To find companions. To understand the poetry of love. These things weren’t synonymous with the freedom that he sought, his flight on the breath of the world as he flitted from one place to the next.

So, those ideals remained that: merely ideals. Thoughts that he spun into poems on lonely nights like such as this. Whether it was on the Alcor, or here in the Guili Plains, Kazuha’s respite was found in weaving together words as he articulated his careful thoughts into volumes of poetry.

He sat upon a stump. Watched the fire roar. The first two lines of his haiku were fully formed and only waiting for a conclusion. He held his notebook in one hand, graphite in another. The book was heavy with words weighed down with feelings. Nearly full and close to the end until he inevitably started another.

Beidou teased him about his collection in his barracks on the ship. Kazuha only ever smiled back, his quiet grin speaking more volumes than words ever would.

“Sun-tipped red leaves,” he said, repeating his earlier lines, carefully woven together with tranquil intent. “Burning fire in my soul.”

He paused, tapping the graphite against his lip. Nothing came to him, thoughts empty like a dry husk.

You cannot force it, he thought as he set aside his notebook. Kazuha instead, decided to make tea. Pinched together an appropriate amount of leaves and tossed them into a small tin cup settled over the fire. Water from his canteen.

He and Beidou have often fought over this, the proper way to brew something. Cultures were intriguing things.

Kazuha found inspiration the moment he sipped at his tea. Sitting there on his stump as he watched the leaves on the trees rustle. Their colors have only just started to turn with the season.

“Autumn lingers,” he finished, tasting the words on his tongue.

He jotted the poem down entirely, his composition for the night finished.

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He woke in the middle of the night, thinking of Beidou and the Traveler.

The latter, such an odd one. At first, Kazuha thought him quiet, but Aether turned out to have a devilishly branded sense of humor. Different than Kazuha’s quaint nature. Still, Kazuha had smelled the wind upon him and tasted the breeze.

Perhaps they were kindred souls in that way, craving for freedom in its purest form. Kazuha didn’t know what Aether wanted in Inuzama, but he feared for his safety. There was admiration, of course. Kazuha always found inspiration in those that burned so brightly in their conviction.

But many times, those people were fools. Kazuha was laying under the open stars as he thought of Aether. So similar to his friend of old, the one he’d lost to such foolishness. There wasn’t a doubt in Kazuha’s mind that a similar fate would befall Aether.

Beidou, of course, was the encouraging kind. All smiles and pats on the back if she thought that she could benefit from whatever arrangement was procured. “An eye for an eye,” she often said to Kazuha.

It wasn’t a bad philosophy. Still, it wasn’t always applicable and sometimes wreaked havoc instead of brought boon.

“Electric mayhem,” said Kazuha softly. He lifted a hand and gauged the deep night sky. Measured the stars and the galaxies between his fingers. “Ignites the sparks of fire, amid the darkened skies.”

Another haiku for another moment of observation. Kazuha was tired, deep in his thoughts. The fire was nothing but low-burning embers and he pulled his quilt tighter around him.

I will write it down tomorrow, he thought. The twinkling stars were a better show anyhow.

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Kazuha had met Aether more times than he did most. Beidou’s gaze was a sly thing earlier that day as she watched them, thumb against her chin.

He didn’t like that look. It was her scheming one, and it bred more damage than it did good. Kazuha wasn’t in the mood to clean up any messes.

They were dispatched together to handle a minor inconvenience. Kazuha felt honored to watch Aether fight again. To taste the power he wielded so effortlessly on his tongue. Visionless, but no less a vision himself.

Kazuha watched, his throat going dry. Swallowing was hard. Looking away was harder. Instead, he watched Aether for most of the day, stringing together word after word in his mind. Aether’s form was poetic in its nature, so much like Kazuha’s own.

Aether moved with subtle and serene grace, weapons held aloft as he danced around their foes. He didn’t like to fight, didn’t like to draw his blade. That was something they shared.

Later that night, while sitting around a shared fire, Aether turned to him and said, “You were quiet today.”

“I am often,” said Kazuha in return.

“Beidou said otherwise.”

Kazuha smiled at that. “Beidou’s first and foremost trait is that she is always contrary.”

Aether hummed as he considered this. “There are worse things, I suppose. She’s upfront with her distrust.”

“Not distrust; Beidou just always has another motive, usually one that benefits herself.”

Their silence for most of the night was comforting. Aether was just as content to watch nature, as Kazuha was to pen his thoughts. His little notebook was a permanent fixture in his fingers as of late.

Particularly due to Aether’s enduring presence. Kazuha couldn’t help but think of the man. They’d spent much time together over the weeks, confirming Kazuha’s initial inklings: Aether was just like his old friend.

Perhaps a little more cautious. If there was a person who could end the Shogun, he might be it, though Kazuha wouldn’t hold his breath.

Beidou asked him a few days back. “What would you do if he challenged her straight on?” Perceptive as always, Kazuha had thought.

“Nothing,” he’d told her, though the words were hollow the moment they left his mouth. Fetid and ill. And she knew it too, her lips tugged into a neat little frown.

Beidou didn’t tell him what to do, though. She wouldn’t. He was a visitor to her fleet, a guest. Not one of her own. It came and went as he pleased, which meant that he could follow Aether to his doom if Kazuha so wished.

He hadn’t decided yet.

Kazuha focused on the moment instead, their tiny pocket of stillness in a vast world of contempt. The floating creature was off on her own, playing with the nature around them. Aether sat on a stump and drank his tea without complaint.

“What are you writing tonight?” asked Aether eventually, genuinely curious.

Kazuha paused. He rubbed his thumb over the rough page, his thumb smearing the graphite around, smudging his words slightly. Aether wouldn’t care about the content. Kazuha had learned that he just liked to hear his soft voice read the poems aloud.

“Behold our desires,” said Kazuha quietly, his voice gentle like the night breeze. “Like hot eyes of flame inside, Who will quench the fire?”

Aether, of course, thought Kazuha. He often looked at people, but always objectively. Not like this, where his heart was seized by such feeling that he had to pen it. The slow-stoked fire that burned low in his gut, widening further and further.

It would be bad luck to liken it to a forest fire, but that was what it felt like, the raging heat within his core. Before long it would be all-consuming.

Aether watched him carefully with a hint of a smile and his eyes calm and reflective. Then, he reached out, his hand stopping just short of Kazuha. “Come with me to Inuzama,” said Aether. Straight and to the point, as always.

Kazuha was the type to roam free on the winds, but there came a time where every breeze settled. Perhaps love and adventure truly could coexist. His hand found Aether’s, grasping it gently.

Perhaps it was his time.

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old whiteboard doodles, the character on last image is my oc Compact Mirror