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i-growl-growl-growl · 3 years

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Admin Ahreum and I have finally cleared out the requests from the inbox that we felt we wouldn’t be able to work on.

All together there are 40 requests in drafts and 52 requests in the inbox.

The yandere Talks, yandere-life ships, yandere ships, and selca ships have all been kept and make up the majority of what is left

(the inbox is where I’m keeping what I’ll be working on while Ahreum has the requests they will be working on in drafts.)

Seeing as most of what remains are talks and ships I will be focusing on those for a while with some reactions posted every now and again between. As for how admin Ahreum will approach their workload, I’m unsure, but please look forward to what we have in store.

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Again, we apologize to all of those who sent in request that have been deleted.

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If you wish to see the REACTION / IMAGINE / SCENARIO requests that remain then you may see the list below the “read More” link

~Savie

Savie’s works:

....... How Ateez would be as Yandere’s? (WIP: Jongho & Mingi left)

.......Hi, my asks don’t get delivered so I had to use the submit option to make a request (if you are taking them 🙈) I just read a request for Yandere!NCT in which you are horny and askthem to impregnate you, can I get the same for Ateez? Thank you 💕 (WIP: Yunho, San, Mingi, Wooyoung & Jongho left)

...... Vampire NCT to smelling blood that leads to them to find their soulmate who is human? (WIP, many members remaining)

......Hi I was wondering how yandere!nct would react to their partner getting an infection after a punishment/ their inflicted injuries getting worse due to neglectment causing them to suffer way more than intended - would they send them to the doctors or punish them more for causing even more trouble for them? (WIP, admin left- I’m taking over remaining members)

Hello! I’m new to requesting, if you guys are open for requests then can I request a yandere!king!Nct127 scenarios where they get infatuated and obsessed over their servant? If you can? Ty so much!

Hi. I don't know if you're still doing requests but if you are could you do yandere Hybrid NCT reaction where they're taken to the care center and the reader is their caretaker. What would that be like?

Idk if you still doing requests but could you do Monsta x yandere reaction to you finally falling in love with them after they had kidnapped you

a imagine of the untamed where weying and lan zhan are in love and in a relationship with a boy from another sect but in his clan the master has the right and power over everyone else to maintain relationships with them whenever he wants since they are very young ( although weiying and lan zhan see it as an abuse this in the clan is naturalized as a thanks to their master) and they can only have relationships with other people until their master gives them permission,

ikon reaction; (yandere ikon) to s/o trying to escape

ATEEZ mtl to date a thicker/curvier black girl?

You can do a second part of the little brother of the untamed in which this time when he was little he had a leg injury and his brothers always carried him in their arms to make sure he does not run and is playing all the time and when his brother grows He tries to take care of him too but he tells him that now he is older so that they cant carryhhimalthough his brother is worried in the end after a while he notices how it hurts more and more and he says in a cute way gege it hurts thank you

Can you make an EXO reaction. Please. If you approve it I will say about what you will write.

Ahreum’s works:

Last nct yandere imagine was so hot! Talking about kinks, could you maybe do the imagine for when their darling tells yandere au! nct legal line to impregnate her in seductive way?

Hi; i ask you as a anon but now i ask in my account, can you make a yandere of SuperM defending their black girlfriend ?

Hi thereeee! I love everything you writeeee! Youre great! I wanted to make a request 😝 mafia au yandere! GOT7. how they punish you when they find you after you succesfully scape and hide away for 2 o 3 years (a lot of time so they are truly angry and desperate hahaha) love ur blog, please dont stop writing. Loveeeeeee

Hi, may I have a scenario with Taeyong or Lucas of s/o having a glow up? Thanks uwu

Do you think Ahreum or Savie could respond to the moaning in sleep one with 127 🥺??? Thanks 😊

yandere nct 127 reaction to getting bored of their s/o? 👠

Yandere!Nct127 or WayV reaction to you being on your period qnd getting severe cramps? (Myabe a lil bit of fluff soft!yandere! moments)

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extraordinarilyextreme · 4 years

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Also from Riverbanks: "Weiying carefully snaps a full blossom off of the gentian. The petals are soft, a kind balance of lavender and blue. He doesn’t look away. He leans forward, one hand resting on the table by the qin, until he can count the dark lashes from which Lanzhan is watching him through, and tucks the flower by the man’s ear. / “It’s not a peony like last time.” Weiying smiles, equal parts satisfied and a little shy. Not that he knew what the peony meant when he painted it."

muahaha you have activated my trap card!

if you’re friends with me, you should know i love FLOWERS. i’m all about that flower symbolism. hanahaki AUs are my jam for this reason >:D

anyway this scene takes place in the show equivalent of Episode 33, when Weiying wakes up 16 years later in the present day in Lanzhan’s room, to their love song.

the show cut away after just a brief exchange of words between the two, so i wanted to imagine what else WangXian might say after... you know... 16 years of pining maybe?? of grieving and mourning and so much change??

so Lanzhan is sitting at his little desk, fingers stilled on his qin, and Weiying comes to sit in front of him in a mimcry of 16 years ago when Weiying was punished by Lan Qiren and Lanzhan had to watch over him.

there’s flowers in a vase on the table and the first sight that Weiying sees upon waking up is the man he is in love with—not that he can necessarily actually give that equally devastating and gentle affection a name.

(this is one of the differences between the novel and the drama that i like, that Weiying is not so oblivious to Lanzhan’s love for him.)

but Weiying sees this man, Lanzhan with his hair down, his expression soft and open in the late hours of the night. beautiful. so he tucks a flower behind the man’s ear and marvels in the fact that he can.

this is real, the two of them alive, looking at each other once more. here they are, facing each other, but not on a roof, not at the edge of a cliff, but in Lanzhan’s bedroom.

gentians = “your kind heart has charmed me”; integrity, self-worth

i think all of those fit Lanzhan pretty well.

the peony is a reference to the novel (granted i did not finish reading the novel so this could be actually very wrong) where Weiying throws flowers at Lanzhan. at the very least, the flower they paint in the show looks like a peony.

(i think in the novel Lanzhan makes something like a bookmark out of the flower Weiying chucks at him?)

peonies = “forgive my thoughtlessness”; good fortune, happy marriage

WangXian is probably one of my favorite ships either because it’s truly just so feel-good. childhood friends (or rivals) to lovers (with enemies somewhere along the way too). they get a happy ending after everything they suffer through.

they both live. and they both live happily. together.

#the untamed fic #ask #mine #a-universe-of-almosts

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sky-blue-pantaloons · 5 years

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If only in a dream

The faint scent of incense and pine drifts between the fog of sleep and wakefulness. Unexpectedly when the mist parts, there is an image of bloodied fingers, the broken strings of a zither, blood dripping from skin and flesh almost torn from fingertips. Weiying startles awake. He’s in a wooden bed screened off by paper screens with the faint pattern of clouds. Outside, an occasional rustling of paper. Though the screen, he can make out a silhouette sitting by the candlelight. Ah, it’s the Cloud Pavilion Library then. Weiying sits up and looks down at his hands, arms, legs and feet. Mo Xuan Yu’s hands, arms, legs and feet. This body is still so foreign to him, and yet like the moon drawing in the tide, Weiying finds himself so quickly pulled back into the orbit of Lan Zhan. This library that always smells of incense and ink is so familiar, Weiying feels time slip through him sideways in a moment of vertigo.

He rises and goes to Lan Zhan, who is sitting by the window with one hand resting on his zither and the other hand on a sheet of paper with calligraphic notations. Weiying kneels and takes Lan Zhan’s hand from the gu qin into his own. His fingers are pale and slender, unexpectedly rough on pads of his fingertips and laced with scars across his knuckles, most faded to a silvery white. His hand is a little cold. Weiying raises it to his lips and presses a chaste kiss to his fingertips. Lan Zhan watches him but says nothing.

“That night… the Sunshot Rebellion at the City of Endless Night, what would you have done if I hadn’t come?” Weiying asks knowing the answer. He would have held his ground and perished. Even with a lifetime separating them, he still remembers that image of Lan Zhan - his white robe torn and stained with crimson, long dark hair cascading down his shoulders, he gave the broken strings on his zither one last strum with shaking, bloodied fingers as hundreds of Wen soldiers closed in.

“You did come. You saved the lives of all of us left standing.”

Weiying looks up at Lan Zhan’s face, impossibly beautiful by candlelight, his eyes dark reflective pools. “How long have you known who I am?” Weiying asks.

A shadow of strong emotion flickers across Lan Zhan’s face, and then quickly stills, like a pebble disappearing beneath the surface of a placid lake. His hand is still in Weiying’s. His hands are so warm.

“I... didn’t know. I hoped,” Lan Zhan replies, averting his gaze for the first time, aware of how much he is revealing with this admission.

Weiying feels his breath catch. So many words left unsaid over the years, disappearing between gazes quietly held. The tide of time rising to wear everything away. He clutches at Lan Zhan’s hand, suddenly terrified. He could have never been reincarnated back. It seemed be a pure fluke that Mo Xuan Yu had decided to call back his spirit by name and was somehow able to find his own original manual to do it. Lan Zhan could have grown old never truly knowing, always seeking and hoping.

“It’s been thirteen years.” Weiying feels his eyes burn. He lets go of Lan Zhan’s hand. “You couldn’t have followed up on every rumor of a demonic cultivator playing a flute,” Weiying says. But sitting across from Lan Zhan, who is still unable to meet his gaze, he suddenly knows he must have. Within the first few days of his arrival, Weiying had heard from the disciples of Gusu Lan that Han Guang Jun’s zither could be heard from the library veranda every evening after nightfall. On clear nights, one could see streaks of green glowing light rising from the darkness to meet the melancholic sounds of the zither from hundreds of miles away.

Weiying places a hand on the zither sitting between them on a low table. The strings are thin and unyielding, when he presses into them, it feels like they are cutting into the flesh on his fingertips. He plucks a single string and a low sound reverberates through the air. His finger burns in the aftermath of it.

“It was the price I deserved to pay,” Lan Zhan said, now finally meeting Weiying’s gaze. His usually placid expression wavered, a soft furrow ghosted the space between his brows. Weiying rises and walks around the desk to close the space between them. In the past few days of pretending to be Mo Xuan Yu, he had shamelessly teased Lan Zhan with coy smiles and wandering hands, but his advances were never met with the righteous indignation and repulsion he expected. Now with that façade dropped, Weiying suddenly felt self-conscious even sitting this close to Lan Zhan. His long hair is so beautiful; dark strands that frame his face and fall past his shoulders like a waterfall. Weiying could tell that he was angry, though his expression of stoic equanimity betrayed very little; it made his chest ache.

He reaches a hand up to Lan Zhan’s face and rubs the space between his brows with a finger. A familiar gesture, he had done this before, a few times in a past life when his teasing got the better of a much younger Lan Wangji. Back then it had simply been playful teasing; now, unexpectedly, the familiarity of this easy contact overwhelmed the both of them. Lan Zhan pulled Weiying into this arms and held him close. Just like that, for a brief moment, the intervening years of suffering and despair disappeared.

#mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wei ying #lan zhan #wangxian #fanfic #my writing

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extraordinarilyextreme · 4 years

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hello, weiying says, though they’ve greeted each other already. they were quiet the whole way back, and though they both had much to say, the silence was nothing less than pleasant.

he’s sitting on the bed, and they’ve done this before too. he’s woken up here many times, always to lanzhan. what a blessing. surely... surely after all this time, all these mistakes and all his attempts to amend, he must have done something right in these two lifetimes if hanguang jun is still at his side.

weiying, lanzhan murmurs in response. he holds out an armful of clothes, his mouth pulling shyly upwards.

weiying takes them, recognizes them to be the blue and white fabrics of the gusulan sect. lanzhan’s ears are red and it makes weiying’s heart do something so terribly soft and warm that he almost recoils from it.

there aren’t many people who look at him like that anymore.

if he’s honest, which he seldom is, which is the only way he knows to keep that smile on his face, he knows he’s been so lonely.

besides. it’s not as if he hasn’t done this before. he’s worn lanzhan’s own clothes before—he’s touched the other man’s headband. if that doesn’t well define where they stand, then...

what does it matter anyway? who they are to each other and what they have been through is the business of no one else.

come here, weiying invites, patting the space next to him. you want to put down your hair?

he’s not an idiot. not as big a one as the world seems to think at least. he didn’t transcribe all those 3000—now 4000!—rules for nothing. and his memory really isn’t as bad as he lets on.

lanzhan’s expression doesn’t change, but maybe he’s a little clumsier than usual as he settles down beside the dark-robed man.

weiying laughs, scooting closer. he could hug lanzhan like this, just pull him close and see how things turn out. he doesn’t.

instead, he admires the silver in the man’s hair. he’s always liked the silver ornaments of the gusulan sect, the intricate spirals and geometry like delicate sculptures of snow and moonlight. if anything, it enhanced lanzhan’s pristine beauty.

but it must be heavy. heavy a burden to bear, weiying thinks softly, and of all the things he regrets doing, hurting lanzhan for even a moment was and is the worst. people must have talked. the younger jade of gusulan, the model student of all the sects, the light-bearing lord.

the chief cultivator and the yiling patriarch.

weiying slowly extracts the curling silver pieces, careful not to tug, careful not to tangle. his fingers pause over the headband for a second but it’s inevitable. he loosens it out of lanzhan’s hair and lanzhan himself seems to loosen too, limbs relaxing, the ribbon falling into his lap.

there, weiying says, setting aside the silver crown.

he knows people must have talked. people have never stopped talking, not since he died and not since he left. why else would lanzhan have all those scars on his back?

and yet weiying has been traveling in a world that has not immediately turned to run from him. he’s as normal an adventuring cultivator as any, a sword and a flute strapped to his belt, helping out whenever he can.

the streets are kinder. less gossip, less secrets, even if only on the surface; it’s a start. for one, he knows no child will ever be so deathly afraid of dogs.

surely people must wonder why their chief cultivator has done all this.

what a blessing, weiying thinks again, his throat tight. how fortunate. don’t people always say never to love a man in love with the world?

lanzhan—

weiying, the other man cuts in, turning to meet his eyes. he looks good like this, looks younger, less haunted, black locks framing his face, tumbling down his shoulders. wear these. he rests a hand on the clothes he brought in.

you want to see me in your clothes again? weiying teases.

the man nods.

weiying’s heart does something absolutely stupid again. lanzhan! lan’er gege! did you drink?

no.

what’s happened to make you so talkative?

lanzhan looks down, looks lost of all things. who has ever seen their chief cultivator like this, unsure of every move, stumbling through every choice?

you are of a member of the gusulan sect.

weiying can’t stop himself now; what a fine line he’s always walked between impulse and emotion. he takes lanzhan’s hands in his own.

lanwangji—

to his surprise, lanzhan covers weiying’s hands.

you are from yunmengjiang, this is true. i won’t stop you if you want to go back there. but i have emperor’s smile saved for you. spices. though you will never ask it of me, i would give up chief cultivator for you.

why are you saying this?

lanzhan brings weiying’s hands up to his lips. only for him, only because of him. weiying is the only one who can bring him such sorrow and joy.

i want you to stay.

there aren’t many people who look at him like that anymore. he hasn’t seen jiangcheng or his nephew since he sealed away the stygian iron seal. he hasn’t seen wenning or a-yuan since they parted ways either. he doesn’t think there’s anyone left who looks at him like this other than lanwangji.

why didn’t you come with me that time?

i had to let you go. unexpectedly, terribly, lanzhan’s eyes are full of tears.

lanzhan has always been too good for all the suffering weiying brings.

lanzhan who begged the yiling patriarch to just come back even as the demon stood with an unimaginable amount of blood on his hands. lanzhan who waited 16 years for him to respond. lanzhan who never failed to catch him.

i'm back, weiying answers him finally. after all this time. i’m here. i’m staying. he doesn’t hesitate to throw his arms around lanzhan now, tucking his face into the other man’s shoulder. i’m sorry. thank you.

#wangxian #chen qing ling #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #the untamed #mxtx #fanfic #set after the untamed #bro i just want lanzhan to be reassured too #he's always been there for weiying #surely he must be tired too #they both deserve to just live happily now

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