throwing out a #sangyao endgame concept that incorporates several of my favorite modern au ideas.
meng shi never told jin guangshan she was pregnant because she has heard The Rumors of what happens to his side-pieces who did. no one's ever been able to prove he had anything to
do with the disappearances, but she's not taking chances and quickly finds herself a new place to live as soon as she realizes she wants to go through with the pregnancy.
it's not an easy life, but she and little a-yao are getting by fairly well for themselves.
until they're tracked down.
meng shi ends up dead, meng yao ends up in the foster system, desperately keeping his head down because he knows that as a witness, he's a loose end to be tied up.
and also because he wants revenge, and he has to make it to adulthood if he's
ever going to succeed at getting it.
through hard work, several scholarships, and a lot of painful frugality, he gets through university with a double major and a little bit of money in his pocket.
he's done research on his father and his father's family, however, and he
realizes he's never going to get close enough to their social circle to do any damage without an in.
for all their wealth, the only member of the family who actually supports any charities is the legitimate son, who seems to have an interest in art museums and public gardens.
(meng yao suspects it has something to do with the son's new girlfriend, but he's not complaining. an in is an in.)
he's been observing one of the art museums for a week, trying to figure out if he can parlay his accounting degree into a job, when he notices a young man
struggling to keep his balance between the crutches holding him up and the box on his hip.
meng yao would have gone to help him anyway, probably, but he notices the employee badge and, well then.
the stranger thanks him profusely and offers to buy him lunch at the museum
cafe, which is surprisingly generous as the box isn't exactly heavy and the cafe isn't exactly cheap.
maybe he's found his in.
and when the stranger introduces himself as nie huaisang, a name meng yao knows from the press releases as *the* top conservationist in the region and
someone who gets invited to almost as many business functions and galas as the museum director himself, meng yao *knows* he's found his in.
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semi-incoherent endgame-sangyao sexy-curse-gone-horribly-wrong whump idea that appeared in a dream. thread or no thread?
here we go!
(warnings: very little effort has been made to make this any more logical than i dreamed it, also mentions of self-abusive language, disordered eating, implied hallucinations, and... i think that's the worst of the unpleasant stuff?)
So!
Using my usual sort of frankencanon, Nie Huaisang and Meng Yao knew each other before the war. Huaisang is currentl living among the Nie war tents, and though he's not doing anything "important," as far as the battles go, he's helping out the medical crews and not getting
#ruosang for @Meirun5
The Whump Wheel chose... Mind Control! (man, these keep being creepily on the nose)
---
The Undying Sun slowly paced around the small figure writhing against the bonds holding him up and the collar that was sealing itself to his skin.
Stopping, he reached
out and pressed his fingertips to the large jade centerpiece of it, activating the small array carved into the stone.
"I hate seeing you in such misery, little bird," he crooned soothingly in response to the gag-muffled screech the second half of the spell drew from his victim.
"But you've forced my hand. If you can't behave on your own, then you need... *help.*"
With one final lash of spiritual power, the struggling body went limp against the bindings and all of the talismans and arrays went dark.
I have no idea what the ship tag for this is, but Zhuzhi-lang/Huaisang for @solacegrief
The Whump Wheel chose... Poisoning! (hand to god i shit you not)
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The snake yao was bigger than him, but also more slow moving and much dumber. Once Zhuzhi-lang had finished biting it
full of holes and then tearing it to fine shreds, he abandoned the corpse and rushed back over to the human curled up on the ground.
Nie Huaisang's breathing had started to turn into shallow, desperate gulps for air and sweat was pouring from his skin even as he shivered.
The area around his neck and shoulder had turned a disgusting purple-green-black color with spreading threads of black where the venom had leeched under his skin.
Seeing it, Zhuzhi-lang momentarily wished he'd made the yao suffer longer. But no, that would have cut the time they
#sangyu for @TheLadyLudovica
The Whump Wheel chose... Migraine!
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Though he still had to keep quiet enough not to draw attention to himself, Mo Xuanyu made his way through the halls as quickly as he could.
Even though Nie-xiong always forgave him when it happened, he *hated*
it whenever his... his *"lessons"* made him late for their usual appointment for tea.
And it wasn't just for the fact that meeting with Nie-xiong meant much more food than he usually got for a meal. He genuinely adored Nie-xiong's company, and Nie-xiong genuinely seemed to like
him as well.
*Him!*
Red-faced, and not just from having to cross the grounds of Koi-tower so quickly, he skidded to a halt in front of Nie-xiong's guest room and knocked.
"Come in," came the reply from inside.
Nie-xiong's voice sounded weirdly thin and exhausted, and
#zhansang/#wangsang for @onlydinnerfor2
The Whump Wheel chose... Deafening!
---
Even at the distance he'd been standing, the shockwave of the blast had been enough to nearly knock him off his feet. As he regained his balance and looked around at the smoke and debris and wounded
and disoriented cultivators picking themselves up off the ground, he felt his stomach start to sink.
Nie Huaisang had been much closer to the center of the explosion, almost enough to take it point blank.
Where-
Using some spiritual power to help clear the smoke, he inhaled
sharply through his teeth when he saw Nie Huaisang -disheveled, filthy, and clearly injured, but *alive*- struggling to push himself into a sitting position.
He didn't remember even crossing the room. One moment he had spotted his sometimes-partner, the next he was gripping a
#sangcheng for @mirellasnape
The Whump Wheel chose... Burned!
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The plan had seemed sound when it was made.
The younger disciples would use flares to drive the creature into the clearing where he and the older disciples were waiting, and then he would use Zidian to snare
it so the disciples would have an easier time to kill it.
And, at first, everything had gone as expected.
What they hadn't been expecting was how much the creature could still thrash even in Zidian's coils.
What they hadn't been expecting was that one of the juniors would
attempt to help kill it faster by flinging one of the unused flares at it.
And what they *definitely* hadn't expected was that the combination of the two would send the lit flare directly at *Nie Huaisang*, who had attempted to dodge it only to be struck in the back, igniting