#yan void

[daily-acvoid]

*turns your void pink*

the 'turning void into different colors' saga continues

[tangyangie]

hello~ i just read your wiping kiss prank imagine with budo masuta from yansim and i really like it! could you do more of him but make the reader as an art club member? maybe with a “he fell first and he fell harder” trope would be cute hehe you can make it a headcanon or an imagine!

i haven’t seen many content of him and it’s hard to find one ;; tysm!!!

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ▨

synopsis. budo masuta x art club reader, where budo fell both first and harder!!

notes. guys it finally happened my first yansim req!! i will gladly feed all the budo lovers 🤭

every day, without fail, you're sitting outside the martial arts room and painting something. occasionally, you might draw some of the members of the club, as you have a perfect view from the window.

budo's caught sight of you a few times. sends you a friendly smile and a wave, when he doesn't even know your name. eventually, he gathers up the courage to ask.

he's a little awkward, but it's honestly endearing. he sits next to you one day, asking if he can see your drawing. you smile and show him, leaning the he notices it's sketches of all the martial arts club members, but he's the one on there the most.

a bit of pink dusts his face, looking over himself on paper. you notice a few details now that he's a bit closer, so you change a few things about the drawing, intently looking at him.

aaaand he's caught feelings from that moment. he's spending a lot more time with you now!! he invites you to walk around the school with him both before and after classes.

budo gets your number. his club celebrates the occasion.

it's funny to imagine budo giggling and kicking his feet in his bed at your texts, but that is basically what happens. minus the kicking. he does shuffle a lot, though.

you both meet up outside of school once you give him your number. you've invited him over to your house a few times and showed him your art room. you both began making something random, but it ended with you both smearing paint on each others' faces.

he likes to give you things. whether it's buying you something while you're out shopping together or him finding a stuffed animal that reminds him of you, he doesn't think twice. you will have gained a new item that day.

budo believes in waiting to get to know you before asking you out. it'll be several months before he does so—he just wants to make sure you're comfortable with him by that time.

when he finally does, he confesses in a very romantic way. he'll make sure that it's doing something you like—maybe going to a museum, walking around a lake... or, perhaps—he'll partake in the 'confessing on a friday under the cherry tree' myth.

and he'll look around to make sure no one can hear him ask but you. he'll ask you with a smile on his face, gently holding your hands in his as he looks into your eyes. (you say yes, obviously.)

he wants to kiss you. very badly.

he doesn't know if he should, but you can tell by the look on his face what he's thinking. so, you lean in and do it yourself. it's just a small peck, but he's fallen even further than possible.

if earlier, he had fallen so hard for you he landed on his face, he'd be on his way to the center of the earth by now. he likes you so much that the ground gave in.

he melts when you do almost anything. holding him and lightly dusting your fingers over him, peppering kisses all over his face... he could go on and on about what affections he loves to get from you.

but, he loves to give even more. don't expect to have to do any work when you're in his vicinity. he'll take care of everything you need.

your personalities go together very well. in at least one aspect, you and him are similar, and in at least one, you're different. it's the best mix—and you complement each other perfectly.

notes. guys i have no clue but i've had like no motivation to write for the past week i'm super sorry

[bloomingcorpses]

I want you to use me ,,.. cut me and tell me I'm yours ,, threaten anyone that tries to take me from you . I just want to be your perfect doll , I dont know why.

You hurt me for years yet all I can do is yearn for your love and abuse.

[xinyuehui]

Who will protect you when I'm gone?

[ilovepupsomuch]

SCREAMING BC ME ME DUDE I WANT YOU I WANT RO LVOE YOU FLAWS AND ALL I WANT TO BE THERE FOR YOU I WAN TTO BE THERE NO MAYTER IF YOURE ALL FLAWS EVEN THOUGH IK YOU ARENT ARRRH YOU DUMB CUTE LITTLE IDIOT

[the-unknown-void]

Silly thing I drew of furrified Yandere!Elliott and normal Elliott

Based on this video:

Bonus shitty doodle and rambling-

Btw I'm not playing the mod and nor do I want to but it has invaded my brain cuz it is interesting and fun to think about.. although I hate him, Yan!Elliott is NOT my husband and I would banish him to the nearest psychiatric hospital. Legit while watching a video of his special heart events, there was a point where I was just thinking "KILL HIM."

Although I do like how it is played out, it's clearly portrayed as wrong and that the man needs serious help, I kinda wish there was some special dialogue from Harvey about it. (I did look through the dialogue files n whatnot)

But him and normal Elliott are NOT the same. They're different people to me, Elliott may be a tiny bit more possessive than the other bachelors and I definitely had an "off" feeling when I got his 10 heart event like a lot of people describe.. until I remembered people can have conversations about these things like boundaries, and like- he would definitely listen if you said something he was doing made you uncomfortable, he would completely respect you and your boundaries :3 Cuz he's not a freak! Unlike Yan!Elliott.

Sorry I started rambling lmao, I love my husband in not-yandere form hehehehe

[saintajax]

Insane fanatical yan dottore is on the mind tn

[envy-of-the-apple]

I think u said that you are getting over you Jjk phase a while ago (might’ve not been u although i think it was) so I got upset that we wouldn’t see anymore gojo fics from you but monsoon sounds so amazing and I’m so excited for it!!! Ty for writing these thing for us

lmaoooo what i meant by that is I typically get three to four months of a hyperfixation on a media, and then I just get bored and leave. we're like on month two rn so I still got time!!!

adhd is-

[abyssmal-skies]

Your tags were really...bipolar considering the theme of your blog-

to be fair the way i think about him varies from he's so pretty i love him and wanna hold him tightly

to...

he's so pretty i wanna hold him down and cut off his wings so he can't fly away and i want him dead as well.

so yeah you could say bipolar

[12am-motivation]

*sweating* i can explain—

[cosmicstarlatte]

🥛 creamer anon has my heart already !!

[a-ramblinrose]

“At nineteen, I was an outrageous libertine. I loved fine houses, pretty maids, handsome boys, colorful clothes, gourmet foods, fast horses, vibrant lanterns, fireworks, opera, musicians, antiques, rare flowers and birds. On the shores of West Lake, under the high sun, in the arms of boat girls, I reveled with my society of poet friends in boundless pleasures.

Amid the rouge and powder, we scattered ornate verses like jewels across the floor. ”

— Anna Wu, “The Restaurant at the End of the Universe: Tai-Chi Mashed Taro” trans. by Carmen Yiling Yan in The Way Spring Arrives and Other Stories

[soljierpg]

Stimming to nightcore is not enough. I need to rip off my skin with my bare teeth

[bloomingcorpses]

🌹 for all of them

Ouuhh I love this!!

Cemetary Girl (icp) reminds me of my beloved Devoted Angel ,, I cant quite describe it but it really makes me think of him!

Candle Queen (ghost and pals) reminds me of my Feral Angel .. the song really just captures her in my eyes.

The Masochism Tango (tom lehrer) makes me think of my Puppy ... not in a bad way, but in the way as I'd let him do all of it to me and more if she wanted.

For the beloved Deer, Living Dead Girl (rob zombie)! Its also hard to describe ,, but it just fits them .

For my oh so sweet Mutt, Its Only Sex (car seat headrest). Nothing to do with our relationship, but he introduced me to csh and now she's all I can think about when its on!

And finally, my Zombie .. Meant To Be Yours (from heathers) feels right,,, theres more songs thag really fit our dynamic, but I relate this one to us the most!

[beloveds-embrace]

╰┈➤ A Harbinger’s Claim

Spoilers for 5.1 Archon Quest, yandere capitano x reader

yan!capi x soldier!reader who used to idolize/adore him? 👀

Specifically, you used to be a black serpent knight who worked under him. From the very first day you met him, you could not help but admire him; such a strong, powerful man- worthy of being a commander, worthy of being loved and respected. Your crush on him, your own commander, had been visible to any and all that cared to look. And that included even him, as well. 

Though he never quite returned your feelings. all of your attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Your commander did not care for romance, and did not care for you beyond you being a knight under his command. Still, you persisted and tried your best again and again to earn his praise and affection- through always training, keeping spare food from your own rations for him, willing to do any and all tasks. 

And then, Khaenri'ah falls, and you get injured and cursed to a painful immortality. It's devastating, it's cruel and painful and you end up separating from your group, including your commander- never knowing what happens to him.  

Five hundred years pass in resentment and bitterness, then a bone-deep exhaustion and now... 

The wind howls over the desolate, forgotten battlefield, carrying with it memories of long-lost battles and fallen comrades. You stand among the remnants, staring at the tattered banner of a past era. The centuries have been cruel, not just to the land, but to you. You don't know why you came back here, yet you can't bring yourself to leave just yet. 

Your legs ache- a dull, persistent pain that has been your constant companion for centuries. The curse has worn you down, body and soul, until all that remains is a tired will to survive. You sigh and shift your weight, leaning heavily on the stone slab you were using to remain upright. There’s little left to fight for now. Just a hollow existence.

Then, you feel it- the heavy presence of someone behind you. It’s not the first time you’ve felt a presence like this, and for a brief moment, a flicker of recognition stirs in your chest. You turn slowly, your body heavy with exhaustion, and there he is. Once, he'd been your commander. Now, he is a Fatui Harbinger.

Capitano.

The man you once idolized, the commander you adored. But that was so long ago, so distant it feels like another lifetime. Now, the sight of him- tall, imposing, clad in the black armor- stirs nothing inside you but weariness. His mask is as dark and unreadable as the void, hiding every part of his face, giving no hint of the man beneath. The commander you knew is long gone, replaced by this Harbinger, cold and unrelenting. Even if certain traits still exist within him.

“You’ve come back,” you murmur, your voice barely louder than the wind.

His head tilts ever so slightly, the black mask making it impossible to see his eyes. Yet you can feel his gaze locked on you, weighing you down even more. Once, you would have given everything for such attention.

“I’ve come to claim you.” he replies, his voice deep and resonating from behind the mask. The sound of it is steady, almost indifferent, yet it carries an unsettling weight of finality. 

You don’t move, don’t resist. The fatigue that has plagued you for centuries sinks deeper into your bones. “Claim me?” you echo softly,  chuckling. “What’s left to claim, Capitano? There’s nothing here anymore. I hold no adoration for you anymore."

The mask remains still, impenetrable, yet his presence grows more suffocating as he steps closer. “You were always mine,” he says quiet yet resolute. “And you still are.”

You sigh, not out of fear, but of sheer exhaustion. The energy to fight him, to resist, just isn’t there anymore. “I’m not the same soldier I used to be, commander. That person’s long gone. You should leave me here, where I belong.”

But Capitano doesn’t leave. Instead, his gloved hand reaches out and grips your wrist, firm but not painful. You don’t pull away. You simply look at him, weary and resigned, watching as he brings out a ring, dark as his armor. You don’t ask why—your mind too clouded with fatigue to even care.

He slides the ring onto your finger, his voice low and steady. “This is your place, with me. You’ve wandered for too long.”

You look down at the ring. It's cold. “It’s been centuries, Capitano,” you say, your voice a whisper. “Do you really still think I belong to you?”

He pulls you closer, until you’re pressed against his chestplate, the harsh cold of his armor making you shiver. His masked face hovers above yours, unreadable, but his grip is firm, unyielding. “I never stopped thinking it,” he murmurs, voice deep and possessive. “You admired me once- more than anyone. That devotion is mine to keep.”

You don’t fight him. You can’t. The years have taken too much out of you. “That was a lifetime ago,” you sigh, resting your head lightly against his armor. “I’m not sure I even know who you are anymore.”

“Then I’ll remind you,” he says, his voice soft but filled with dark certainty. “You will stay with me. We will be wed, and you will never be alone again. Your suffering ends with me.”

For a moment, you close your eyes, letting the heavy weariness wash over you. Part of you wants to resist, to push him away. But the truth is, you’re tired- so tired. The centuries of pain and solitude have worn you down to the point where even the idea of fighting feels like too much. Capitano’s grip is cold, but it’s steady, and in that moment, you almost feel… relieved. You don’t want to admit it, but the thought of someone else taking control, of someone else carrying the weight you’ve been shouldering alone, is tempting. Especially if it's him.

“Is this really what you want?” you ask, though you already know his answer.

His arms tighten around you, drawing you in even closer. “It’s not just what I want,” he says, voice low. Unbending. “It’s what will be.”

He lifts you into his arms with ease, your body too tired to struggle, too worn to protest. You glance up at the dark mask once more, seeing nothing but the void where his face should be. And yet, for the first time in what feels like ages, you don’t feel completely alone.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“Snezhnaya,” he answers, his tone firm and absolute. “My home. Where you belong.”

You let out a soft sigh, leaning into his chest, your body going limp in his hold. “I’m too tired to fight you, Capitano. I don’t think I care anymore.”

His response is unwavering. “You won’t need to fight. You’ll be with me now. I’ll take care of you.”

As he begins to walk, each step echoing the finality of your fate, you close your eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion. The world around you fades, and all you can feel is his steady, unrelenting presence. The future, dark and uncertain, is no longer your burden to bear. So what if your freedom is to be taken away?

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you murmur faintly.

“I do,” Capitano replies, his masked face tilting down toward you, his voice calm yet possessive. If he holds you any tighter, the claws of his armor would dig into your skin. “You’re mine. That is all you need.”

And as the cold winds of the battlefield sweep behind you, you let go of whatever fight you had left.

Part 2

[silent-browser]

The End

The Clan

Thunder and lightning crash above a swollen river. Leaves, sticks and various other sorts of debris is easily tossed by the torrent below as this mighty storm rages on. 

One cats yowl attempts to rise above the crackle of lightning and crashing of water "Softpaw!" Her head is plunged back into the murky depths before she had the chance to listen for a response. 

The dark water surrounding her was disorientating but still she struggled against the current in hopes of finding air and her sister. It wasn't long before her head broke the waters surface once more and she gasped for air. Taking this moment she let out another yowl which was quickly cut short by a branch slamming into her side and causing her to go tumbling back under the murky water.

Softpaw had heard her sisters cry through the raging waters and surfaced, hoping to see where Wildpaw had called out from but seeing any details in the dark waters around her was nearly impossible, this was not helped by the occasional bright flash from lightning almost blinding her every other heart beat. She then felt something sharp and heavy wrap around one of her hind legs and pull down. Panicked by her sudden lack of mobility she flung her claws at the unknown object, not noticing the sudden surge of muddy water until it was too late.

Wildpaw, with jaws clamped around what she hoped was her sisters flailing leg was sent flying up and out of the water as the river hit a sudden bend. Sending her and the creature in her jaws freewheeling through the air until they hit the muddy and crumbling river bank. 

Wildpaw blinked through the mud and gunk that covered her eyes. Shakely pushed her paws under herself and heaved desperate, deep breaths through her nose.

Stand, she thought to herself, stand and take one step forward. Just one more mouse length away from the river. With shaking paws and claws pressed so deep into the mud she was sure she would never get all of it out she pushed off of the clinging mud beneath her and put one trembling paw infront of her. 

As her weight shifted so did the mud and Wildpaw felt herself and the body she still had firmly clamped in her jaws slide backwards. Panic spiked her mud caked fur and she took daring leap after daring leap forward. Each time her paws were planted in a new spot slightly further up the river bank the mud would shift and crumble, causing her to take another nearly blind and very desperate lunge forward until her claws caught thunderpath rock. 

With her best chance at survival in sight and her muscles quickly tiring she pushed as hard as she could and pulled herself and the clump of fur and mud in her aching teeth up and onto the thunder path. 

I made it. Wildpaw thought, breath heavy and legs finally giving out from under her. She crawled close to the faintly breathing mud clump she had saved and started weakly grooming it, hoping beyond all hopes that her sisters soft cream fur would magically emerge from this grimy and sodden lump beside her.

In the midst of her weak cleaning light flashed from further up the thunder path. 

A monster. Wildpaw shuddered fearfully at the very thought of the rampaging beasts. We have to get away. But to where. We can't do back. I'm too weak to cross, even more so with this holding me down and I don't want to leave it just incase it really is Softpaw. I can't run, no place to hide. I can only lay here with mud in my ears and pray that it isn't hungry. 

Wildpaw whimpered softly to herself and curled around the other trembling body beside her. "Dad," Wildpaw mewed quietly to herself, "Mom, Poppyleaf, Frogfoot, Amberstar, Starclan, just someone, anyone please help us. Help us." Wildpaw's quiet mewling turned to a desperate scream. "Help us!" And the twin lights of the monsters eyes were set upon them.

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The first thing that Wildpaw remembers is her mothers scent and restlessness, her fathers gentle mew soothing her mother and the feeling of two more tiny bodies pressed against her sides. 

Her first full memory was of play wrestling with Softkit outside the nursery as her mother watched carefully. 

"Remember that you have four paws kits, not just two" Dappleclaw would purr encouragingly, "You are heavier than Softkit little warrior but she is much quicker. Keep that in mind if you want to pin her."

"Don't you think it's too early to be learning such things Dappleclaw?" Yewspots mewed, concerned, from inside the nursery. 

"You raise your kits how you want to and I'll raise my kits how I want to thank you very much" Dappleclaw hissed lightly back, "and besides they are going to learn this at some point. Why not now, when they are less likely to crush any cat beneath their body weights."

Yea, thought Wildkit, and if I practice now I might just be able to become a warrior when I become six moons! I might even be able to mentor Yewspots kits!

In her distracted daydreaming of the future, Softkit had wiggled out from under Wildkit and sneak pounced her from the side.

Wildkit let out an indignant squeak before flipping her sister off of her and shaking the dust from her messy pelt, "That's not fair! You cheated!" 

"Nuh uh. I just did what Bravestep did to that owl in his story. I saw you were distracted and pounced." Softkit shook herself off as well and added with a snarky flick of her tail "It's not my fault that you weren't paying attention"

"I'll show you attention!" Wildkit squeaked loudly and rushed Softkit once more as Dappleclaw watched approvingly.